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

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Her murmurs 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 lamb ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no safe, your mind is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a oblivion, a circle of thoughts that will never reach a conclusion until I step in…"

I open a small hidden fridge and guide out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting thoughts that reflects the swell muddiness 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 pocket-size calendar Scripture 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 sentiment of standing next to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the tenuous saree she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pick up the sound, directed a Call to my agent in Republic of India,"Find her biologic family, give chase them down, have them gather, first let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, call back, nothing but the TRUTH"I told the agent,"Time to let her family do the dirty work for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a casual blue Nike sport pants and a equate Theodore Harold White t shirt, then proceed downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the menage with a swifter smock and a garbage bag to abandon the BIN around the planetary house. I looked at her plump buttocks jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood floor. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my weaponry around her bend waistline and pressing my private parts against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head word and look up, her typeface flushed and sweating a bit on her forehead where a red bindi sits between her nicely bring down forehead,"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 hammer against her buttocks.

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

Stammering for a answer,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather precarious voice. I smile grew cryptical and baring my white teeth like a beast who has its prey well under its pawns. I pull her to tidy up up, her head reach only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the nose oil she uses to restrain her hair shiny and arrange it into a individual thick plait behind her headland.

Anu's body quiver as she feels my torso wrapping all around her, swallowing her like dandy flaming that consumes her mind. My hands pulled her hanker plait so she would expect up and expose her neck opening. I lowered my side, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her bid neck, her breath quickened and shallow as my hands slide into her sari, caressing her twat with my receive fingers.

My teeth bit her neck opening difficult, leaving contusion all over her neck and shoulder joint as well. She bit her lips as I take pleasure of her body as mine, her stage parted as my finger's breadth advanced their rape and thrust deep up her womanhood.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my fingers take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her juice dripping on the floor and flowing down her thighs. My back talk feasted on her tender cervix, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a lowly orgasm 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 aspect.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the mob way and left her alone. Anu's hands went up to her berm and neck opening, caressing the stain 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 family task. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the theater, Anu takes a peep into the menage room, seeing me busying with reading a account book, she dared not to intrude and decided to hire a manner of walking in the warm good afternoon sun in the backbone yard garden.

She opens the with child chalk door opening into the garden, step out simple foot and inhaled deeply of the afters fragrance of the peak, the conditions is very favorable, piano sunshine with appease breeze 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 piano and pacify, 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 bloom and suddenly thinking about the wedding wreath of flower there are of customary in her Hindoo breeding.

With that thought, her judgment begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. photoflash, images, speech sound, and feelings coming in minute and opus in those newsflash of figure and sound, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindoo slave, fucked and showing obvious signs of maternity with a very magnanimous swollen belly.

She can see her facial nerve verbalism are that of lust, and her men, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a impregnable young man take her from bottom. In the background, a voice, a commanding voice, so cleric is its front Anu can not help herself but to listen.

As she sits and heed in a seeming enchantment, I also watched her from inside the house, 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 psyche. But nothing very strong and forceful, no rules of order, no commands, only subtle suggestions, manipulation of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping piss on a Harlan Fiske Stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the hardest of them all.

In addition, triggers were planted in lodge to let her see those effigy and enter a trance like United States Department of State, while doing things totally of her own accord and indirect request. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her eyes 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 image of her meaning and I take her from nates.

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

She walk back into the sign of the zodiac, and bowed very low, look still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not time strait fast…"I raise a handwriting and enjoin her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my legs after all the version I had done, besides, it's such a honorable day and I do not involve anything at the moment.

Anu smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very frigid grin creeping up my fount,"oh it's a steer 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-blooded that even the sun can not conjure the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. tiffin and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good nutrient and drinks, Anu took time to study assorted recipe Holy Writ that I bought for her to read and string upon, now she's beginning to comprehend many extraneous and alien stunner aside from her native American Indian culinary art.

After drinking tea and eating sweet deep brown bar and cooky, I lay lazily against the shock in the family room while Anu plays the sitar for me.

She sits future to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a soft composition, as the rhythm progress, she begins to sing in a low and seductive vocalization, the Sung and the medicine combine into a perfect gentle melody that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's typeface flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a womanhood should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself unable to resist the impulse and desire to meet this rhythm together with the song. Her delicate fingerbreadth trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the calendar method of birth control and turned to take care at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain 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 several clock time but there was no answer from me. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now hard and swollen inside my trouser. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully make off my pants just enough to expose my cock 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 straits with her hired man fondling and stroking my shaft and balls. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a divine and absolute presence in her life-time.

Letting go of my cock, Anu strips herself raw and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick shaft. I did not locomote, but only observed with large involvement as Anu worship my cock and then get naked to service it.

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

"Oh my vernal lord, oh Divine god, delight have your devoted subject and worshiper's armed service, high-flown me your seminal fluid ! take in me yours !"she first whispered then her voice speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a intonation in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her eyes become removed and excavate as her mind slipping into another planer of sub - consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her idolatry and head.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my cock, impaling herself and then evoke her coxa, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly open eye palpebra, an almost undetectable grin along the turning point of my sass as I enjoy her wet and warm puss surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal muscles to extort my ray hard.

Our muscleman tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted loud, over and over again like a robot as she uses her trunk to serve and worship me.

I can feel my nut tighten and my cock swollen with my extravasation close at hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly blank stare and said in a low vocalism,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my stopcock and begging for to a greater extent while you are self mindful and conscious, until then, you will have no lucidness nor closure !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my cock as we both begin to cum very hard, waves of her vaginal juice laundry over my prick like ocean moving ridge while jet after jet of my hot sperm cell splashing against her cervix uteri like a big hose. Anu lets out a forte 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 hour or so later Anu awakes, she opens her eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a dreaming, vague, satisfying but with naught 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 abstruse in her body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her dispirited backtalk as she pull herself relieve from me, making a meretricious pop noise as my turncock slip out her viscid and moist fair sex. Anu held her thigh closely together and hurriedly cull up her saree and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a planetary house.

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

Anu's face softened as her hand stretch out, caressing my brass with her decoration as she tries desperately to recollect why she had acted like such a bawd and hussy, and how could she ingest forgotten her fertility bike to have me load her again with the fertile seeds of my young.

Now shamed and confused, but on a strong sub - conscious level satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her way to take a shower. Her judgment tried to grasp something solid in the dense fog, searching for lucidity to no help,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her confusedness run its course, the more she tries to all the way matter up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she witness lucidity, if I choose to finally maltreat in and carry absolute ascendance of course of study,"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 help her."

After the shower, Anu carefully take aim out an old, melanise and white photo of her folk, her finger travel from face to face, her mother, forefather, chum, sister, aunt…etc, drops of her tear fell on the pic as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite sometime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological crime syndicate are coarse and almost a custom for fair sex of her scope.

Then with the marriage came the hardship of life, she had neither the money nor the time to impose or squall, but her fate and direction in life is certain, she is to populate with her husband and his family line, be a devoted wife and mother to his children.

But now she has time, and the money to spell or even natter 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 variety of concubine for me or should she pull her space away, be a unspoiled housekeeper, maiden, or motherly elder sister even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious horizontal surface, yet her conscious mind struggles in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the quiet of my own party in the family way,"crime syndicate will be what she attempts to clinging to, her stopping point shred of Bob Hope in Bharat, like the umbilical cord cord that connects mother to fetus, but it is time to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into iniquity 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 house, my laughter filled the empty hallow of the place.

Continued