A nipper widow Live in Maid goes abroad - She gets Transformed

You read in parting 9

Her murmurs were as conflicting as her persuasion, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no good, your intellect is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a limbo, a R-2 of thought that will never hand a ending until I step in…"

I open a small-scale hidden electric refrigerator and take out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting thoughts that reflects the expectant confusedness 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 varan till she slowly put the small calendar book 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 heavy with the thought of standing next to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the thin sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pick up the earpiece, directed a call to my agent in India,"Find her biological family line, cut across them down, have them gather, first gear let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, think, nothing but the TRUTH"I told the agent,"Time to let her sept do the dirty workplace for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a daily blue Nike sport drawers and a matching white t shirt, then carry on downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter duster and a food waste bag to evacuate the bank identification number around the firm. I looked at her plump can jiggle and wriggle as she cleans the hardwood floor. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my arms around her turn waist and pressing my fork against her rear end as she gasped in surprisal.

She turned her promontory and front up, her side flushed and sweating a bit on her os frontale where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed brows,"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 encased turncock against her tail end.

A smile curled up on the box of my oral cavity,"Working hard, my all obedient retainer and devoted fair sex ? !"spoke though by me in a low voice, it sounded like a Brobdingnagian lightning had just exploded succeeding to Anu's capitulum.

Stammering for a answer,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew deeper and baring my E. B. White teeth like a fauna who has its fair game well under its instrument. I pull her to straighten up, her header reaching only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the odoriferous oil she uses to maintain her tomentum shiny and coif it into a single midst plait behind her head.

Anu's body shivers as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like expectant flame that consumes her brain. My hands pulled her long pleat so she would look up and expose her neck. I lowered my face, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her tender neck opening, her hint quickened and shoal as my handwriting slide into her sari, caressing her puss with my experience fingers.

My teeth bit her cervix hard, leaving contusion all over her neck and articulatio humeri as well. She bit her lips as I take delight of her physical structure as mine, her legs parted as my digit advanced their assault and thrust deep up her muliebrity.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my fingerbreadth take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her succus dripping on the flooring and flowing down her second joint. My mouth feasted on her bid neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a humble orgasm and leaned back against me to keep her standing, her hand clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely submissive looking at.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the family unit room and left her alone. Anu's paw went up to her shoulders and neck, caressing the marks 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 view wondered happily and hummed as she went on her everyday home task. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the theater, Anu takes a peek into the family elbow room, seeing me busying with reading a record, she dared not to intrude and decided to bring a walk in the warm afternoon sun in the back yard garden.

She opens the with child spyglass door opening into the garden, step out unembellished foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet aroma of the flowers, the conditions is very friendly, soft sunshine with gentle zephyr that make a person simply feel…lazy.

Anu sits on the lawn under the maple tree and enjoying the sun, it's a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is soft and aristocratic, 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 peak and suddenly thinking about the wedding wreath of flower there are of customary in her Hindu upbringing.

With that thought, her mind begins to enquire, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. split second, range, audio, and touch coming in bits and while in those flashes of paradigm and sounds, she saw herself nude, dressed as a Hindustani slave, fucked and showing obvious planetary house of maternity with a very boastfully swollen belly.

She can see her facial expressions are that of lust, and her hired hand, her hand are squeezing her lactating huge titmouse and milking them as hard as a man, a stiff young man take her from tush. In the background, a voice, a commanding voice, so divine is its front Anu can not help herself but to listen.

As she sits and mind in a seeming trance, I also watched her from inside the sign of the zodiac, laughing. Those spy microphones, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal electronic messaging transceivers.

Every night, as she sleeps, the show is on, programming her, changing her soul. But nil very unassailable and forceful, no parliamentary law, no command, only subtle prompting, manipulation of emotions, stimulate intimate drive…etc. It works like dripping body of water on a endocarp, slowly sipping through and breaching even the gruelling of them all.

In addition, triggers were planted in order to let her see those images and enter a trance like commonwealth, while doing things totally of her own treaty and wishes. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her eye fixed and then she stirred, exiting the trance and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet unsure of what had prompted it.

Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her head like a slave as her face burned with the double of her pregnant and I take her from seat.

"Pregnant…"She savor this word 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 menage, unaware that a broad hour has passed since she sits under the maple Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in a trance.

She walk back into the firm, and bowed very low, face still flushed,"So good-for-naught I am, know not fourth dimension pass fast…"I raise a hand and narrate her it is fine, I simply take to stretch my legs after all the reading I had done, besides, it's such a soundly day and I do not ask anything at the mo.

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

I spoke in a phonation so cold that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not learn it. luncheon and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed unspoilt food and beverage, Anu took time to learn various recipe Bible that I bought for her to record and draw upon, now she's first to grasp many alien and exotic lulu aside from her native American Indian cuisine.

After drinking tea and eating sweet deep brown cakes and biscuits, I lay lazily against the cushions in the house 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 make-up, as the cycle onward motion, she begins to sing in a low and seductive vocalisation, the song and the music corporate trust into a perfect voiced melody that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every vulcanized fiber of its being.

Anu's grimace flushed as she sang, it is not a call that a fair sex should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself ineffectual to fend the urge and desire to work this rhythm together with the Song dynasty. Her ticklish fingerbreadth trailed over the string of the sitar as she finished the rhythm and turned to look at me.

She finds me leaning against that passel of cushion and now seemingly asleep, 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 respective times but there was no answer from me. discomfited she looks down at my crotch, her eye widened as she discovers that my prick is now intemperate and vain inside my knickers. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully take off my gasp just enough to unwrap my shaft fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big pole. She runs her glossa over and over again on my rooster and sucking hard on my rooster psyche with her hands fondling and stroking my shaft and balls. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, adoration, she is worshiping me as a divine and infrangible presence in her life.

letting go of my stopcock, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my midst shaft. I did not propel, but only observed with dandy interest group as Anu worship my turncock and then get nude to service it.

She sits her pussy right down on my cock and begins the rock 'n' roll up and down using her hairy mounds to help my dick. Anu begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to gnarl as she fucks herself on my midst shaft.

"Oh my youth lord, oh divine god, please bear your devoted subject and worshipper's service, grand me your seeds ! establish me yours !"she first whispered then her voice speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a chanting in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her eyes become upstage and hollow as her mind slipping into another plane of sub - consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her cultism and mind.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my dick, impaling herself and then heighten her hips, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly unfastened eye eyelid, an almost undetectable grin along the corner of my lips as I enjoy her wet and warm cunt surrounding my stopcock as she tightens her vaginal muscles to hale my shaft hard.

Our muscular tissue tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted garish, over and over again like a automaton as she uses her consistency to serve and revere me.

I can palpate my balls tighten and my cock swollen with my eruption close at hired hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly space stare and said in a low vocalization,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my cock and begging for Sir Thomas More while you are self aware and conscious, until then, you will get no clarity nor closure !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my cock as we both begin to cum very hard, undulation of her vaginal succus laundry over my turncock like sea undulation while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her cervix like a big hose. Anu lets out a loud moan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to sleep.

Only an hr or so later Anu awakes, she opens her oculus lazily, she felt like she was in a dream, vague, satisfying but with zippo concrete for her to hold on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my cock buried deep in her soundbox, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her lower lips as she pull herself free from me, making a aloud popping noise as my cock slip out her sticky and moist womanhood. Anu held her second joint closely together and hurriedly pick up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a signboard.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and singing, but the details were lost to her, only vague images of herself riding on top of me like a shameless woman 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 remember why she had acted like such a whore and slovenly woman, and how could she have forgotten her fertility bicycle to have me load her again with the fertile ejaculate of my young person.

Now shamed and confused, but on a strong sub - conscious point satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to take a shower. Her mind tried to hold on something firm in the dense fog, searching for clarity to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her confusion run its course, the more she tries to clear things up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she find lucidness, if I choose to finally step in and guide absolute control of course of study,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally open, she still has families…but soon she will sustain no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to help her."

After the shower, Anu carefully aim out an old, blackamoor and white photo of her crime syndicate, her finger travels from expression to typeface, her female parent, father, brother, babe, aunt…etc, drops of her teardrop fell on the photo as she sobbed in secrecy.

It had been quite sometime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological phratry are plebeian and almost a custom for woman of her background.

Then with the marriage came the hardship of lifespan, she had neither the money nor the time to visit or call in, but her portion and direction in biography is sure, she is to live with her hubby and his phratry, be a devote married woman and mother to his tike.

But now she has time, and the money to pen or even visit them, yet she has lost something in lifespan that can not be bought, she grew changeable. Uncertain of what to do, her correspondence has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay and become a variety of concubine for me or should she pull her distance away, be a adept housekeeper, maid, or motherly elder sister even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious level, yet her conscious mind struggles in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the silence of my own party in the kinsperson elbow room,"family unit will be what she attempts to clinging to, her shoemaker's last shred of hope in Bharat, like the umbilical cord that connects mother to fetus, but it is prison term to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into dark she will,"I spoke with a gentle yet chilling vocalism.

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

Continued