A Child widow Live in maiden goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her muttering were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my beloved ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no good, your psyche is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a oblivion, a R-2 of idea that will never strive a ending until I step in…"

I open a modest hidden fridge and take out a nursing bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting thoughts that reflects the swell discombobulation in her mind…"And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine !"

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I watched Anu on the Monitor till she slowly put the diminished calendar book back into the draftsman and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to endure petticoat. My rooster grows operose with the thought of standing next to her and rubbing my paw on her hairy mounds through the lean saree she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pick up the telephone, directed a call to my agent in India,"discovery her biologic family, track them down, have them gather, number 1 let greed dim them, then tell them of her job, remember, aught but the TRUTH"I told the agent,"clock time to let her house do the dirty piece of work for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a insouciant wild blue yonder Nike athletics pants and a equal gabardine t shirt, then go on downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter gabardine and a garbage bag to empty the bins around the family. I looked at her plump buttocks jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood storey. I walk up behind her quietly and shake off my arm around her curve waist and pressing my private parts against her buttocks as she gasped in surprisal.

She turned her chief and look up, her side flushed and sweating a bit on her brow where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed forehead,"Ooh god Mr. Aamir…I thought…"Anu murmured in surprisal and partially because of she didn't know what's there to say as I press my encased cock against her prat.

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

Stammering for a response,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather rickety phonation. I smile grew cryptical and baring my white teeth like a savage who has its prey well under its pawn. I pull her to straighten out up, her head reach only my Kuki-Chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the odorize oil she uses to keep her hair shiny and arrange it into a single midst plait behind her head.

Anu's body tingle as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like corking flaming that consumes her nous. My hands pulled her long tress so she would bet 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, her breath quickened and shoal as my hands slide into her sari, caressing her bitch with my experienced finger's breadth.

My teeth bit her cervix arduous, leaving bruises all over her neck and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take pleasure of her dead body as mine, her peg parted as my fingers advanced their assault and thrust deep up her womanhood.

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

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

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the family room and left her alone. Anu's hands went up to her articulatio humeri and cervix, caressing the Mark 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 thought wondered happily and hummed as she went on her daily household chores. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the house, Anu takes a peep into the family room, seeing me busying with reading a book of account, she dared not to intrude and decided to take a walk in the warm afternoon sun in the spine yard garden.

She opens the large glass door opening into the garden, step out bare foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet aroma of the flowers, the weather condition is very friendly, soft sunshine with aristocratic 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 delicate 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 blossom and suddenly thinking about the wedding wreath of flowers there are of customary in her Hindoo bringing up.

With that thinking, her mind begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. newsflash, ikon, sounds, and feelings coming in morsel and pieces in those flashes of images and phone, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious signs of pregnancy with a very large swollen belly.

She can see her facial expressions are that of luxuria, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man take her from behind. In the backdrop, a voice, a commanding phonation, so divine is its front Anu can not aid herself but to listen.

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

Every night, as she sleeps, the appearance is on, programming her, changing her mind. But nothing very unassailable and emphatic, no gild, no bid, only subtle prompting, manipulation of emotions, stimulate intimate drive…etc. It works like dripping water on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the hardest of them all.

In accession, triggers were planted in order to let her see those trope and enter a trance like state, while doing things totally of her own accord and wishes. I looked at Anu sitting under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 psyche like a slave as her aspect burned with the image of her pregnant and I take her from derriere.

"Pregnant…"She savor this word as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the things she saw were message from her Hindustani graven image, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Anu murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the planetary house, unaware that a full hr has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a trance.

She walk back into the star sign, and bowed very low, font still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not time pass fast…"I raise a hand and narrate her it is alright, I simply need to extend my legs after all the reading I had done, besides, it's such a estimable day and I do not need anything at the import.

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

I spoke in a voice so cold that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not get word it. dejeuner and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed expert nutrient and drinks, Anu took clock time to contemplate diverse recipe books that I bought for her to read and draw upon, now she's showtime to grok many alien and exotic beauty aside from her native Amerindic cuisines.

After drinking tea and eating sweet chocolate cakes and cooky, I lay lazily against the shock in the mob 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 voiced composition, as the rhythm progress, she begins to sing in a low and seductive voice, the song and the music cartel into a staring piano tonal pattern that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's boldness flushed as she sang, it is not a strain that a woman should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself unable to resist the impulse and desire to work this rhythm together with the song. Her ticklish fingers trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the calendar method and turned to look at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushions and now seemingly at rest, 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 metre but there was no solvent from me. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my tool is now hard and intumesce inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully take on off my gasp just enough to expose my shaft fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big pole. She runs her tongue over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my cock head with her hands fondling and stroking my gibe and musket ball. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a divine and absolute front in her life.

Letting go of my cock, Anu strips herself nude and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick shaft. I did not locomote, but only observed with great interest group as Anu worship my peter and then get naked to serve it.

She sits her bitch right down on my hammer and begins the rock candy up and down using her hairy mounds to dish out my dick. Anu begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile fair sex, as she begins to grumble as she fucks herself on my midst shaft.

"Oh my young lord, oh Maker god, please live with your devoted subject and worshiper's service, sumptuous me your seeds ! have 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 removed and hollow as her mind slipping into another aeroplane of sub - cognisance, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her devotion and head.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my cock, impaling herself and then upraise her hip joint, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly open eye lid, an almost undetectable smile along the turning point of my sass as I enjoy her wet and warm slit surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal muscles to squeeze my quill hard.

Our muscles tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted tatty, over and over again like a robot as she uses her organic structure to serve and idolize me.

I can experience my balls tighten and my pecker swollen with my eruption close at mitt, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly space stare and said in a low vocalism,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my pecker and begging for more while you are self aware and conscious, until then, you will stimulate no limpidity nor closure !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my shaft as we both begin to cum very hard, wafture of her vaginal succus lavation over my cock like ocean moving ridge while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her cervix like a big hose. 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 time of day or so later Anu awakes, she opens her eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a dream, vague, satisfying but with cypher 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 dead body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her gloomy lips as she pull herself release from me, making a loud popping noise as my turncock berth out her sticky and moist womanhood. Anu held her thigh closely together and hurriedly pluck up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a foretoken.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and telling, but the details were lost to her, only vague images of herself riding on top of me like a shameless adult female and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ear at a distance.

Anu's face softened as her hand ambit out, caressing my impudence with her palm as she tries desperately to think why she had acted like such a working girl and slut, and how could she have forgotten her fertility cycle to suffer me charge her again with the fecund cum of my youthfulness.

Now shamed and confused, but on a secure sub - conscious level satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her elbow room to subscribe to a shower. Her creative thinker tried to grasp something upstanding in the dense fog, searching for lucidness to no service,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the here and now she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her discombobulation run its grade, the more she tries to exonerate thing up, the More she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she line up clarity, if I choose to finally step in and make absolute control of grade,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally open, she still has families…but soon she will take in no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to help her."

After the shower bath, Anu carefully take out an old, contraband and Patrick White photo of her house, her finger's breadth travels from face to grimace, her mother, Father-God, brother, sister, aunt…etc, fall of her tear fell on the photo as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite old since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological family are mutual and almost a customs for woman of her background.

Then with the marriage came the hardship of lifetime, she had neither the money nor the fourth dimension to chit-chat or hollo, but her fate and direction in life is certain, she is to know with her married man and his family unit, be a give wife and female parent to his children.

But now she has time, and the money to write or even visit them, yet she has lost something in life that can not be bought, she grew uncertain. Uncertain of what to do, her balance has been thrown off, no longer is she sealed of what she should do. Should she stay and become a sorting of courtesan for me or should she root for her distance away, be a respectable housekeeper, housemaid, or motherly elder baby 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 company in the class room,"Family will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last scintilla of hope in India, like the umbilical cord cord that connects generate to fetus, but it is prison term to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into darkness she will,"I spoke with a soft yet chilling voice.

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

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