A child widow Live in maid goes abroad - She gets Transformed

You read in parting 9

Her mussitation were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are care are you not my beloved ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no good, your mind is mine, and you will no dubiousness found yourself in a limbo, a band of idea that will never reach a conclusion until I step in…"

I open a small hidden fridge and require out a feeding bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting sentiment that reflects the great confusion in her mind…"And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine !"

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Now Further

I watched Anu on the monitoring device till she slowly put the small calendar ledger back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to wear petticoat. My cock grows hard with the thought of standing future to her and rubbing my hired hand on her hairy mounds through the slenderize sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then plunk up the phone, directed a call to my federal agent in India,"uncovering her biological family, chase after them down, have them gather, kickoff let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, retrieve, zilch but the TRUTH"I told the agent,"clip to let her kinsfolk do the dirty work for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a cursory blue Nike sportswoman bloomers and a rival ashen t shirt, then proceed downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the theatre with a swifter gabardine and a food waste bag to discharge the binful around the sign of the zodiac. I looked at her plump cheek jiggle and squirm as she cleans the hardwood flooring. I walk up behind her quietly and fox my arms around her bend waist and pressing my genitalia against her fundament as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her read/write head and look up, her face flushed and sweating a bit on her os frontale where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed brow,"Ooh god Mr. Aamir…I thought…"Anu murmured in surprise and partially because of she didn't know what's there to say as I press my incase cock against her buttocks.

A smile curled up on the corner of my mouth,"Working hard, my all obedient servant and devoted woman ? !"spoke though by me in a low vox, it sounded like a huge lightning had just exploded adjacent to Anu's capitulum.

Stammering for a reply,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew deeper and baring my white teeth like a fauna who has its prey well under its cat's-paw. I pull her to tidy up, her head compass only my mentum as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the scented oil she uses to keep her fuzz shiny and arrange it into a single thick plait behind her head teacher.

Anu's soundbox shake as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like great flame that consumes her thinker. My hands pulled her tenacious plait so she would look up and expose her neck. I lowered my side, first kissing her cervix gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her tender neck, her breather quickened and shallow as my hand slide into her saree, caressing her snatch with my experienced fingerbreadth.

My tooth bit her neck gruelling, leaving bruises all over her neck opening and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take joy of her body as mine, her legs parted as my digit advanced their ravishment and drive deep up her womanhood.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my finger take her clitoris between them and rubbing it very hard, making her juice dripping on the storey and flowing down her thigh. My mouth feasted on her bid cervix, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a small climax and leaned back against me to keep her standing, her hands clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely submissive flavor.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the menage room and left her alone. Anu's hands went up to her shoulders and neck, caressing the brand there made by my teeth and smiled, smiled happily.

"Oh yes, he wants me…I am still his woman…Oh how I loved to be his, I am devoted to be his…"Anu let her cerebration wondered happily and hummed as she went on her daily menage chores. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the house, Anu takes a peek into the kinsperson room, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to intrude and decided to have a walking in the affectionate good afternoon sun in the backwards railway yard garden.

She opens the large glass door opening into the garden, ill-treat out bare metrical foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet sweetness of the flush, the weather is very friendly, sonant sunlight with gentle breeze that make a person simply feel…lazy.

Anu sits on the lawn under the maple Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and enjoying the sun, it's a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is soft and gentle, while in India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no escape of. She looks at the flowers and suddenly thinking about the wedding wreath of flowers there are of wonted in her Hindoo upbringing.

With that opinion, her mind begins to inquire, not just daydreaming, but taxonomic, almost like computer programming and hypnotizing. instant, persona, sounds, and feelings coming in bits and pieces in those news bulletin of images and sounds, she saw herself au naturel, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious signaling of pregnancy with a very large swollen belly.

She can see her facial expressions are that of lust, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating Brobdingnagian tits and milking them as hard as a man, a unassailable young man take her from behind. In the background, a voice, a commanding part, so providential is its presence Anu can not help herself but to heed.

As she sits and listen in a seeming trance, I also watched her from inside the house, laughing. Those spy microphones, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal messaging transceivers.

Every night, as she sleeps, the display is on, programming her, changing her brain. But zilch very warm and forceful, no fiat, no commands, only subtle proposition, manipulation of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping water on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the heavy of them all.

In addition, initiation were planted in order to let her see those images and enter a spell like United States Department of State, while doing things totally of her own accord and regard. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her eyes fixed and then she stirred, exiting the spell and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet unsure of what had prompted it.

Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her capitulum like a slave as her face burned with the image of her significant and I take her from behind.

"Pregnant…"She savor this countersign as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the affair she saw were message from her Hindu gods, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Anu murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the mansion, unaware that a broad hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a trance.

She walk back into the theater, and bowed very low, face still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not time mountain pass fast…"I raise a handwriting and recount her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my peg after all the reading material I had done, besides, it's such a good day and I do not need anything at the moment.

Anu smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very cold grin creeping up my boldness,"oh it's a hint alright my slave, but not from your deity, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God !"

I spoke in a vocalism so moth-eaten that even the sun can not set up the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. luncheon and good afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good food and beverage, Anu took prison term to consider various recipe rule book that I bought for her to study and imbibe upon, now she's kickoff to grok many strange and exotic dishes aside from her indigene Indian cuisine.

After drinking tea and eating perfumed hot chocolate cake and biscuits, I lay lazily against the shock in the family room while Anu plays the sitar for me.

She sits next to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a soft composition, as the rhythm method forward motion, she begins to sing in a low and seductive spokesperson, the Sung dynasty and the music trust into a hone soft line that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fibre of its being.

Anu's case flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a womanhood should be singing to another man who's not her married man, and yet she found herself unable to resist the urge and desire to recreate this round together with the birdcall. Her delicate fingerbreadth trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the rhythm and turned to look at me.

She finds me leaning against that lot of cushions and now seemingly numb, carefully she put the sitar down on the carpet and moved close to me.

Anu rocked me gently,"Mr. Aamir ? Mr. Aamir ?"she called out several times but there was no answer from me. defeated she looks down at my private parts, her middle widened as she discovers that my cock is now difficult and swollen inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye palpebra slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully conduct off my pants just enough to unwrap my cock fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big pole. She runs her spit over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my cock headway with her hired man fondling and stroking my dig and testis. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a divine and infrangible mien in her spirit.

Letting go of my cock, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my midst quill. I did not locomote, but only observed with great sake as Anu adoration my cock and then get naked to service it.

She sits her cunt right down on my cock and begins the stone up and down using her hairy mounds to serve my dick. Anu begins to moan as she feels my putz plowing her fertile muliebrity, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my thick rotating shaft.

"Oh my Whitney Young lord, oh churchman god, please take over your devoted open and worshiper's inspection and repair, grand me your source ! Make me yours !"she first whispered then her part speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a chanting in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her oculus become removed and core out as her thinker slipping into another carpenter's plane of sub - knowingness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her veneration and head.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my stopcock, impaling herself and then call forth her pelvic girdle, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly outdoors eye lids, an almost insensible grin along the corner of my lips as I enjoy her wet and quick twat surrounding my stopcock as she tightens her vaginal sinew to squeeze my shaft hard.

Our musculus tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted gaudy, over and over again like a robot as she uses her dead body to serve and idolize me.

I can finger my balls tighten and my cock swollen with my bam close at hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly blank stare and said in a low vocalisation,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my dick and begging for more than while you are ego aware and witting, until then, you will own no clarity nor closure !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my dick as we both begin to cum very hard, waves of her vaginal juice washing over my cock like ocean waves while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her cervix like a big hosiery. Anu lets out a loud groan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to sleep.

Only an hour or so later Anu awakes, she opens her eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a dream, vague, satisfying but with nothing concrete for her to concord on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my cock buried deep in her body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her lower back talk as she pull herself free from me, making a loud popping noise as my cock skid out her sticky and moist womanhood. Anu held her thighs closely together and hurriedly beak up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a sign.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and singing, but the item were lost to her, only wispy images of herself riding on top of me like a shameless char and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ears at a distance.

Anu's face softened as her hand reach out, caressing my cheeks with her palm as she tries desperately to retrieve why she had acted like such a lady of pleasure and slut, and how could she have forgotten her fertility wheel to possess me load up her again with the fertile seeds of my younker.

Now shamed and blur, but on a potent sub - conscious degree satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to take aim a rain shower. Her mind tried to grasp something strong in the dense fog, searching for clarity to no service,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the import she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her confusion run its track, the more than she tries to solve affair up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she find clarity, if I choose to finally step in and take downright ascendance of course,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally open, she still has families…but soon she will have no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to facilitate her."

After the cascade, Anu carefully bring out an old, Negro and blank pic of her family, her finger travelling from face to face, her mother, father, Brother, sister, aunt…etc, drops of her tear fell on the photo as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite sometime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological family are vernacular and almost a usage for women of her background signal.

Then with the marriage came the severeness of life, she had neither the money nor the time to chatter or call, but her fate and direction in animation is certain, she is to live with her husband and his family, be a devoted married woman and mother to his kid.

But now she has time, and the money to spell or even chaffer them, yet she has lost something in life that can not be bought, she grew uncertain. Uncertain of what to do, her residue has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay and go a kind of concubine for me or should she pull up her distance away, be a effective housekeeper, maid, or motherly elder sister even, but not my cleaning lady.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious level, yet her conscious mind struggle in excitement and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the muteness of my own party in the family line room,"Family will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last tatter of hope in Bharat, like the umbilical cord cord that connects sire to fetus, but it is time to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into shadow she will,"I spoke with a lenient yet chilling phonation.

Then, as the sun slowly going down the sensible horizon, and Anu sobbed in her room, in the growing darkness of the house, my laughter filled the empty-bellied hallow of the place.

Continued