Slave Maiden

My name is Raj and I am 39 years old. Divorced a few years ago, I had moved to Kolkata to get away from all my old memories and my ex-wife. I had my own internet based business and for the most part worked from home although I did maintain a small office on Park Street where I could meet customers when needed. I have a huge sex drive and have kinky tastes on top of that and that was one of the reasons my marriage had broken up. I like to dominate my women and my pet fantasy was to own a sex slave whom I would use in any way I liked. Unfortunately, most of this fantasy was difficult to realize in real life and I had to settle for jerking off in front of BDSM porn sites on the internet! I make a lot of money in my business and since my divorce was amicable, I was a very wealthy single man in a new city. In a few weeks in Kolkata, I bought a small bungalow for a reasonable amount. It was in a moneyed part of the city and had a pretty large compound and a separate little outhouse that was the servants’ quarters. I had the house furnished and finished to my tastes pretty quickly and stayed in a hotel for the couple of months all of this took. Finally I was ready to live in my own home and began to look for a servant or a housekeeper to take care of my domestic tasks. Upon interviewing several candidates, I came away unimpressed since they were either too shabby or had large families with several kids (looking for the accommodation that I could provide). Finally, through some oblique references, a woman met me to see if she could serve as my maid and housekeeper. Her name was Ratna and she was about 25 years old and a widow. She was a Bengali woman who could speak Hindi fluently. This was all I knew before I consented to interview her. When she came to my house, she took my breath away! She was about 5’3” tall, with firm proud breasts and a magnificent rounded ass. For those of you who know she had that fulsome body and creamy skin that many Bengali women seem to have. She was pretty but not stunning to look at and was very demure and well behaved. I found out that her husband had passed away a year ago (he was a much older man – around 65) and that she had nowhere to go and was currently staying in a charitable shelter for homeless women. She had no family to go to since her husband’s family rejected her as being a bad omen (having caused his death) and her own parents were no more. She had a brother who was in prison and essentially no one else that she could call her own. I hired her on the spot – mainly because I was aroused by her and had already started to plot how I would fuck her and soon! She started work the following day and lived in the outhouse from then on. I was getting very frustrated because try as I might, I could not get her interested or even slightly disposed towards a relationship with me. I was not going to grope or rape her because that I knew could get me into serious trouble and maybe into prison (if she complained or screamed rape!). This went on for a few weeks and I was back to jerking off having more or less given up on fucking this woman. At least, she was very good at her work – she cooked and cleaned very well and I had no complaints on that account. I have always been very careless about money leaving currency notes here and there and never really kept count. However, one day, I was certain I had left a couple of hundred rupee notes in the living room near my phone – only to find it missing when I wanted to pay my newspaper man. Unlike what you might think, this made me tingle with the thought of possibilities instead of getting angry. Ratna was the only other person who had access to my house and that meant she likely had sticky fingers! I immediately thought about how I could take advantage of this knowledge. I started leaving money on purpose in innocuous places (for a few days), not much, a few fifties and a couple hundreds. And lo behold, the notes were disappearing regularly. Now, that I had confirmed my suspicions, I was ready to move to the next step. I am handy with all electronics and I rigged up web and video cams in all the places I left money and wired those to motion sensors so that the cameras went on and recorded if there was movement and stayed idle otherwise. Over a 5 day period, I had captured videos of Ratna stealing over 500 rupees from my house. The videos were a dead giveaway since she looked guilty and furtive and slipped those notes very quickly into her blouse between those glorious tits each time and she also very clearly rearranged things on the table top or wherever to conceal her theft! I reviewed the videos of the 5 days and spliced them into one video and burned it on a dvd. I was now ready for the next step. It was Friday evening and Ratna had prepared dinner and was ready to leave for her outhouse around 830 PM. She was dressed as usual in a saree and a blouse that showed off just enough of her delicious curves to make the mouth water.  I asked her to wait and told her that I had some thing to show her. I played the DVD on my extra large LCD TV and let her see the videos of her theft. She was initially aghast and then tearful and started crying saying how sorry she was. I told her that I was calling the police and that I had some very good friends in the police force and that she was going to prison for 3 years at least (I made that up – I have no idea what the punishment for petty theft is). She was sobbing loudly now and on her knees at my feet, holding me at my ankles and begging for mercy. She wailed that she would work for free for me for a year and generally was willing to do anything so long as I did not call the police. From my vantage point on the sofa, I could see her heaving tits in her blouse and her deep dark cleavage and was getting hard in my pants. I put a hand under her chin and lifted her face and told her – I was sorry, but she had to go to jail and that I had no choice but to call the cops. She was now begging me and crying saying Sahib please have mercy on me, Punish me in any way you want but please keep the police out of this.I told her that I was willing to consider not calling the police if she would do exactly as I told her – no questions, no arguments – nothing. She was more than willing. She had so much gratitude in her eyes that I was amused! Little did the bitch know what she was letting herself in for. I pulled her up by her arms and pulled her close to me with a hand on her juicy ass. She stiffened up immediately and started saying what are you doing? Not that! Take your hand off! I gave her a hard slap on her face and said OK, it is the police and jail then for you and picked up my phone threateningly. Predictably, that brought a fresh burst of tears and begging saying forgive me – I am like your younger sister, show me mercy! I was through with this drama. I knew I had her where I wanted her and this was going to be the culmination of all my fantasies! I pulled her into my bedroom and quieted her with a hand on her mouth. I told her that she would either shut up and submit to all I asked or go to jail – no further arguments. She looked defeated and deflated. She stood there with tears running down her cheeks staring at the floor, biting her lips in anxiety and despair. This was such a big turn on for me that I thought my dick would rip my pants and my underwear and spring out! I pulled her to me by her waist and tried kissing her. She moved away violently and that earned her another hard slap. I told her, submit or else. She was too scared to fight me! I kissed her full lips hard and squeezed her juicy ass through her saree! I pushed my tongue into her mouth roughly and brutally kissed her for a while. She was slowly giving up hope and resigning herself to her fate – I could sense that by her body language and her posture. I tuned her around and from around her back cupped her tits through her blouse and squeezed them. Wow – she was luscious and built to fuck! I took off her saree and pushed her into my king sized bed in her petticoat and blouse. I then stripped her of all her clothes – ripping off the blouse and cheap bra in my hurry to get to her naked body. Finally she was naked and so was I. This was like a dream for me! I had my sex slave and I could do anything I liked with her! I sucked and bit her nipples until she screamed! I groped her ass and her pussy (very hairy) as she continued crying buckets of tears. I reached across and gave her birth control pills plus a “next morning” pill that I forced her to swallow – I was in no mood to use condoms and did not want her getting pregnant! I knew that she would be completely tamed after I had fucked once – it is mental thing with Indian women, particularly of the lower classes, that the actual act of penetration has a finality of subjugation to it. So, with minimal foreplay (there would be lots of time for that later) I brutally penetrated her and she was dry as hell! I am well endowed – about 7-8 inches long and pretty thick and I gave it to her to the hilt in one brutal thrust! It hurt my dick quite a bit so I imagine it must have really hurt her! Her eyes looking up at me went wide open and she opened her mouth wide in pain and screamed. I cut it off by smothering her mouth with mine as I started pounding her pussy hard. After a few minutes I came harder than I can ever remember – this was the best fuck of my life! I rolled off her and she curled up crying and sobbing and lamenting that she was ruined! She would have been doubly horrified if she knew that all this action had also been video recorded by one of my concealed video cams! I sat her up and bent her head to my crotch. She pulled back and I entwined my hand into her long hair and forcibly pushed her face onto my softening and sloppy dick. I told her to suck. She cried and said she had never done this and that it was dirty! I told her OK; I will call the police now and be rid of you. She cried again and reluctantly put her mouth on the tip of my penis. And spat out by the side of the bed in disgust. I warned her that any more spitting meant prison for her and that she should take all of me in her mouth and start sucking. Quickly, I got her off the bed, on the carpet on her knees and this again was one of my fantasies. My slave on her knees, face between my thighs sucking me off and hating doing it! I had a brutal grip on her head by her hair and began fucking her mouth forcefully moving her head back and forth. My other hand was busy squeezing her tits and nipples hard enough to cause pain! Pretty soon I was raging hard again and was getting close to ejaculating! Finally I came and came in her mouth. I would not let her mouth off my dick and shouted at her to swallow! She looked desperate, she was gagging, but she got most my come down her throat though a little leaked out of both sides of her recently raped mouth.I was sated and more at peace and happy than ever before in my life. Ratna was crying and sobbing and I pulled her on to my lap. Any and all fight for the moment had gone out of her. I told her this was much better than being in prison and getting raped by a different guard everyday. I pulled her to her feet and gave her a shirt of mine to wear (me being a lot bigger than her – it was like mini robe!). I pulled on a pair of shorts and poured myself a stiff single malt whisky and lit a cigarette and guided her to the living room by her waist. I was in heaven! I made her sit at my feet like a slave should while I enjoyed my drink and smoke! I told her to massage my legs and was enjoying myself immensely. There were a lot of things I needed to plan and do with my slave. I needed to buy collars and leashes for her. I need to buy some sexy thongs and other clothes I would make her wear for me. I also needed to buy some bondage equipment – gags, handcuffs etc. Most of all I needed to get her pussy shaved clean and get her to wax her hands and legs! It was a long list of things and I was lost in pleasure of what all I would do to her in the weeks and months to come. To be continued if readers like it……Please offer feedback