Once Shanta bai and Subhash Thakur were in his spacious shower (as

they had been yesterday morning) and Shanta bai was gratefully
luxuriating in the imported soaps and shampoos that her master allowed
her to use, Subhash asked her about her to-be-daughter-in-law and her
family.

Shanta bai told him (as she contentedly massaged her thigh length long
hair with shampoo) that Champa's (her to-be-daughter-in-law) mother
(Vaishali) and her father (Ravi) worked in a textile mill outside Delhi.
Champa was their eldest child (age 18) and they had a younger daughter
Sonal (age 14) as well. They were living hand to mouth as was the
common nature of their lower class and economic circumstances. Ravi
was a distant family friend of Mangesh (Shanta's husband) and the
marriage had been arranged after one meeting between Champa and
Rajpal (Shanta's son).

The Thakur (sitting on the stone seat in his shower, admiring his full
bodied sex slave Shanta bai as she soaped her naked voluptuous body),
asked about Champa's physical appearance. Shanta bai knew what her
master's intentions were and she knew better than to interfere in what he
had planned. So she honestly told him that she was about 5ft 1inch tall.
She was dark complexioned and relatively full bodied and she had long
black hair down to her ass. Through the water shower, Shanta noticed
how her master's cock twitched when she mentioned Champa's long hair
and full body. She had no doubt that before the day was over, the Thakur
would have deflowered Champa and filled her unprotected womb with his
potent seed.

Subhash Thakur stood up from his seat and came towards Shanta bai and
stood face to face with her and lifted her face by her chin and gently
kissed her lips as they both stood under the shower spray. Shanta bai was
so surprised by this unusually loving gesture that she gasped as she
returned her master's kiss. That turned into a full blown french kiss as the
hard bodied, 6ft 3in muscled Thakur put both hands on his maid's ass
cheeks and pulled her towards his 10 inch raging hard-on.

Thakur: "Meri mast raand Shanta bai, abb tu mere badan par sabun laga
aur saaf kar" (My sexy whore Shanta, now put soap all over my body and
clean me up).

Shanta bai smiled up at her master, her god, her everything and sexily
took the bar of scented soap that she had been using herself and began to
rub it over her master's body. She felt extremely joy and pride that she
had been given such a privilege by her master. As she got down on her
knees in front of her master and rubbed the soap into her master's
powerful legs, she looked up at his monstrous cock and marveled at its
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phallus had rewarded her with two loads of her master's potent seed. Her
husband Mangesh (who had been castrated by her master the day after
she gave herself to Thakur willingly) could barely muster 3 loads in a
month prior to his castration. The fact that her master's cock made her
orgasm each time it was buried inside her vagina was another amazing
statistic. Yes it was very painful for her when her master sodomized her
anus and her jaw was often raw and sore after Thakur throat-fucked her
violently, but she accepted the good (in 20+ years of marriage to
Mangesh she had never once had an orgasm, now she was having them
multiple times a day) with the tough.

Shanta bai found herself kissing Thakur's feet, then ankles, then calves
and up his leg towards his crotch. Almost without thinking, she then
began to licking her master's balls as she continued to soap his lower
body. Seeing his cock twitch to attention as she sucked his ample balls
made her happy and proud.

Thakur: "Abay saali raand Shanta, aur kitna muth nikalwayegi mujhse aaj.
Do baar to do diya tujhay subah se. Aaaaahh....haramzadi randi chinnal
bann gayi hai tu" (You fucking bitch Shanta, how many more time are you
going to drain my cum. I have given you thrice already since morning.
Aaaah...fucking whore slut you have become).

By the time Thakur finished his sentence, Shanta bai had already taken
his hard cock into her mouth. Years of practice had enabled her to
accommodate a maximum of 7 inches of his cock (out of 10). It was the
largest cock she could imagine. Not just long but massive in girth. Her
hand could not encircle it fully and she often used both her hands to jerk
it. Thakur moaned loudly and put both hands on her head and pushed his
pelvis hard into his maid's mouth. He felt his cock go past the back of her
throat and overcome her gag reflex (which had been brutally throat
fucked out of her system). Shanta bai then pulled out his cock from her
mouth, and as the shower water fell on her face, naked body, and long
black hair, she looked up at her master and smiled lustily.

Thakur: "Kutti saali bahar kyon nikala lund mera muh se" (You fucking
bitch why did you take out my cock from your mouth?)

Shanta: "Thakur ji apne aaj meri coke nahi bhari abhi tak. Aapki daasi se
kuch galti ho gayi kya maalik?" (Sir, you have not filled my womb yet
today. Has your slave made some mistake master?)

Thakur: "Ufff...Shanta bai tu to saali bahut kamaal ki raand hai. Chal meri
kuttiya, kamre mein chalte hain aur wahan mein teri coke bharr dunga
Thakur khandan ki nishaani se" (Oh my Shanta, you bitch, you are an
amazing slut. Come my bitch, let's go into the room and I will fill your
womb with the Thakur seed and give you a baby)

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Shanta's happiness knew no bounds. She stood up as her master switched
off the shower. They walked out of the shower room into the main
bathroom, dripping wet. Thakur picked up a towel from the nearby rack
and threw it at Shanta bai, ordering her to dry up quickly. He took another
towel for himself and hurriedly dried his body.

A minute or two later, Shanta bai moaned and squealed in pleasure as she
impaled herself on Thakur's fully erect penis. Her mounting him was a
somewhat infrequent occurrence but today Thakur seemed to be in a
good mood and let his slave ride him. This was the most intense pleasure
inducing position for Shanta bai because all of Thakur's 10 inches were
fully buried inside her womb. Almost immediately her pussy started
leaking and within a minute Shanta started moaning loudly in pleasure.

Shanta: "Thakur ji, mein aaaaaieeee aaaaaa

aaaaaaaaa....maaalik...aaaaaaaaaaa mera pani nikal raha hai" (Sir, I am
cumming...my cum is leaking)

Shanta's long, wet, luscious black hair was slapping around as her head
swiveled without control. She had a full body orgasm at that moment as
her master held her by her hips and rammed into her cunt violently.
Thakur was nowhere close to release since his balls had been emptied
twice already in the past 3 hours. He enjoyed seeing his sex slave lose
control like this and kept fucking her cunt while pinching her nipples
viciously as she lost control of her body. Shanta bai lost consciousness
and her body went limp and fell into her master's arms.

Thakur flipped her over without pulling his cock out of her womb so that
now he was mounting her missionary style. He folded her partially
unresponsive legs so that her knees were almost touching her shoulders.
Then he put his own hands on either side of head (like he was about to do
a push-up). Shanta bai was still only semi conscious of what was
happening when suddenly she was brought back to reality when Thakur
brutally thrust his cock into her cunt with the full leverage of this position.
Shanta wailed in pain & pleasure as her master began to pound her hole.

Thakur: "Le haramzadi kutti...le Thakur ka lund apni coke mein...kutti

chinnal...chud saali raand..." (Take it motherfucking bitch, take the Thakur
cock in your womb, bitch whore, get fucked you fucking slut)

Thakur was a powerful man and kept this hard thrusting pace up until
Shanta's folded legs began to quiver again. Her eyes rolled back into her
head and she began to moan loudly. At the exact moment that her
orgasm hit her, Thakur bent his head down and kissed her passionately.
He also roared in pleasure as his own ejaculation filled his maid's womb.
This was too much for Shanta and she involuntarily started crying. Her

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master had just made love to her (or so she thought) by cumming inside
her womb while kissing her with desire.

Thakur jerked his cock inside his maid's battered cunt a few times and
rolled over, panting. He turned around and looked at the clock. It was
almost noon. He turned to Shanta bai, admiring her naked body and long
hair and the intensity of the sex they had just had. There was a knock at
the bedroom door.

Thakur: " Kaun hai?" (Who is it?)

Mangesh: "Ji Thakur mein Mangesh. Aap dono to batana tha ki wo Champa
beti aur uskay maa-baap aayay hain" (Sir, it is me Mangesh. I wanted to
inform you both that Champa and her parents are here)

Thakur: "Theekh hai. Unko chai paani dena. Hum aatay hain" (Ok. Given
them tea / water. We will come.)

Shanta was still quivering from the orgasm that her master had given her
and even though she wanted to get up and get ready she was having
trouble functioning.

Thakur stood up, his naked body glistening in sweat, his cock now at half
mast. He walked towards a set of cupboards across the room and after
rummaging through the clothes there he pulled out an expensive looking
sari with matching blouse & petticoat and threw it on the bed towards
Shanta.

Thakur: "Tu ye pehen abhi. Thakur khandaan ki shaan ka sawaal hai. Ghar
mein nayi bahu aanay waali hai. Ye kapde meri patni ki sagai ke hain. Tu
pehen Shanta aur dikha mujhay" (You wear these now. It is a matter of
pride for our family. A new daughter-in-law is coming to our house. These
clothes are what my wife wore at our engagement ceremony. Now you
wear them Shanta and show me)

Shanta could not believe her ears. Already her senses were not fully
functioning and now this. She stood up unsteadily and admired the wildly
expensive clothes. Her entire wardrobe would be worth less than 5% of
the value of these clothes. She had tears in her eyes. Tears of gratitude
for her master. She looked towards him and asked permission to tie up
her long hair into a bun so that she could dress quickly.

Thakur himself had pulled out a royal blue, tailored kurta - churidaar and
was in the process of wearing that. He then put on a heavy gold and
diamond encrusted chain around his neck. As Shanta put on her blouse &
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go sit on the stool in front of the full length mirror. She did so quickly.
Then he opened the box and showed her what was in it. Shanta, already
reeling from the various activities and shocks of the morning, could not
fathom what she was seeing. It was a diamond & gold necklace with
matching earrings. As she faced the mirror, Thakur took out the necklace
and tied it around her naked neck (which still prominently showed marks
where he had bitten her). As her master stood behind her, she looked at
them in the mirror and thought she was dreaming. Then he told her to
take the earrings are wear them. Which she hurriedly did.

Thakur: " Wah Shanta bai. Tu to iss ghar ki shaan hai. Teri bahu to bahut
chaunk jayegi. Ha ha ha" (Wow Shanta. You are the pride of his
household. Your daugther-in-law will be stunned)

Shanta was speechless and kept touching the necklace to see if it was
actually there or if this was all a dream. Thakur pulled open her bun and
ordered her to comb her hair, leave it open in front, put some lipstick and
perfume and come out. Then he walked out into the living room.