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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated
as such. 
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS
ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not
an adult,
or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any
further.  If it
is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read
it.

A Widow's Life (mf, mff, ff)

          Gopal sat on his favorite chair and sipped
his near boiling sweet tea.  He took little sips
careful not to burn his tongue.   He glanced at his
daughter and guilt rippled through his body.  He knew
there was no life for her.  Subita will have no
family.  Nothing.

          In an hour he would take her to the
Ramlalls, brokers of widows and used women.   Maybe,
he thought, with her beautiful face and lovely body,
she may find a kind man to take care of her.  But nice
men did not go to Ramlalls to find a bride.  Rich
dirty old men and pimps were the clients of such
establishments.

           Gopal had arranged his daughter's marriage
when she was sixteen years old to a thirty five years
old well to do man.  Now at eighteen, Subita was home
again as a widow.  Her husband was hacked to death as
a result of a land deal gone bad three months ago.

          Subita's in-laws had kept her but now she
was treated nothing more than a maid.  Her
father-in-law would get drunk and fondle her quite
openly in fact.  Many a times he would crawl into her
bed at night and demand that she suck on his usually
limp penis till it got a semblance of an erection. 

          Gopal had told his daughter, "These are very
small sacrifices that you must bear.  There is no
honor in coming back."

          Subita had tried as her father insisted. 
She even accepted to be the old man's whore.  But when
her brother-in-law, Vinod, returned from his studies
abroad in England, things just turned out for the
worst.  The younger brother of her dead husband
immediately took her as his personal sex toy.  He
ravished her young flawless body.

          Not to cause any further embarrassment to
her father, she accepted her fate.  But when Vinod
brought home his three buddies and had them all use
her body, she packed up whatever she could carry and
went back home.

          Gopal took his daughter to the so called
marriage broker.  Upon his arrival he quickly said his
goodbye and left her there.  It seemed that he was too
embarrassed to be seen at such an establishment.

            Subita waited in Mr Ramlall's office, her
bag of meager belongings at her side.  When the old
man finally acknowledged her presence, he spoke
harshly, "What are you doing standing there!  Make
yourself useful.  Get me a hot cup of tea and do some
cleaning."

          Subita ran out and bumped into a young girl.
 "I need to get hot tea for the old man," she said.

           The young girl who couldn't have been more
than thirteen, just pointed Subita to the direction of
the kitchen.  Subita ran.  When she finally found the
kitchen, it was a large seperate structure on the
other end of the compound.  Inside, it was bustling
with action.  There were maybe twenty girls, some
older than her, many younger.  She soon located a
middle aged lady who seemed to be in charge.  Subita
blurted, "The old man wants a cup of hot tea."

           Subita felt it before she saw it coming. A
fat sweaty open palm stung her face.  Tears ran down
her red cheek.

            "How dare you refer him by such a name,"
the middle aged lady exploded.  "You must only call
him bappu-ji."

             Subita didn't say anything.  She got the
hot cup of tea and went back to bappu-ji and placed
the beverage on his desk.  He did not acknowledge her
presence at all.

           Subita spent the rest of her first day
cleaning the large bathroom, a task she knew she got
for being the new girl.

            During a break, a little teenage girl
commented to Subita, "Kakaji is sure going to fancy
you.  He has tried out every girl who passed through
these doors."

           Only after a simple evening meal did she
finally get to see her place of sleep, a rickety cot
among forty others in a crowded dormitory like room. 
All the girls were milling about chatting quite
animatedly.  Subita noticed that half the girls had
taken out all their clothes and the other half were
getting naked too.  Not to be left out, she removed
her clothes.  The girls lined up, their naked bodies
pressed together.

           Standing in line, Subita noticed that it
moved slowly.  Tapping the girl in front of her, she
asked, "What's happening?"

           "Just our daily ritual.  You'll see," the
girl said.

            Subita wasn't satisfied with the answer
but kept nudging her naked body in line.  She finally
noticed the girls at the top of the line were bending
down and then stood up and walked over to the
bathroom.  When she was closer, she noticed a young
naked man somewhere in his twenties, facing the line
at the front.  She could finally see what the girls
were doing.  As they got on their knees, they were
paying respect to his phallus.  She studied what
seemed a ritual that the girls took seriously.  They
each lifted his member and planted three kisses
starting from the base to the top of the velvety
underside.  Then they took the head of the penis and
sucked on it like a candy.  Soon after he tapped their
heads and off they went to their showers.

           Subita felt something as she took her turn
at the ritual.  She did it perfectly, the three kisses
and the sucking of his bulging head until the gentle
tap on her head.  What she felt was an acceptance of
her new standing in life, to be a servant to men and
to please them in any which way she can.  The
sensation that erupted within her body and travelled
inside the triangular patch between her legs was
exhilarating.

           Much later she had found out the reason for
the ritual.  "We'd usually see the new girls refusing
to kiss and suck Kakaji's dick.  Then they really have
it bad.  Pretty soon they are the first to be on their
knees paying respect to his bulging manhood," another
girl told Subita.  So Subita had passed the test of
subserviency with flying colors.  She didn't need to
get punished.

           Prospective buyers came and went several
times per day.  Subita soon learned that she was only
presented to the better buyers.  One high class
brothel owner who boasted having clients of the
international flair even had Subita strip naked to
show her goodies.  She stood there unashamed as they
tried to negotiate her purchase.

         The average shelf life for these girls were
about three weeks.  Subita often wondered where she
would be sold to.  "I'd rather be a whore than an old
man's property," chorused most of the girls.  Subita
felt the same way.

          Subita found out that she would not be sold
until Kakaji first had his way with her.  Sleeping
naked as all the girls had to do, she was finally
summoned in the wee hours of the night.  Two young
boys of fifteen years, deputies of Kakaji and already
jaded from the sight of naked girls, barked commands
at her bedside.  Comfortable in her nakedness she
followed the boys through the dark halls.

          "I am not going to enjoy you as much as I
expected," Kakaji lamented, his voice filled the air
from a dark corner of the room.  Subita could only
discern the glowing embers of his cigarette.

           "I hope not to disappoint you, Kakaji,"
Subita replied.

          "But you have!  I want to break you.  I
wanted you to fight for your life from becoming a
whore.  But you are so willing to become one," Kakaji
said as he took long drags from his shortening
cigarette.

          "I can pretend, if you want," she replied.

          "It doesn't work.  It has to be real," the
son of the owner said.  "What a shame.  You are so
beautiful and to have broken you, it would have been
deliciously enjoyable."

            The boys that summoned her to Kakaji
reappeared from the darkness and pushed her towards
the wall.  They efficiently shackled her wrist and
ankles with heavy duty chains and in seconds Subita
had her arms and legs pulled in opposite directions. 
Despite accepting any and all forms of sexual
scenarios, trepidation was creeping into Subita who
now stood absolutely vulnerable.

           Subita didn't know what to say.  "What do I
do if I have an itch?" she mumbled breaking the
unnatural silence.

            Kakaji didn't smile.  "Do you remember
showing your 8th class Science teacher your panties?"

             "How do you know that!" Subita said quite
surprised.

              "You weren't very nice to your sir, were
you.  You just showed him a glimpse of your white
cotton panties to pass your class," Kakaji said.

             "I was only a young girl then.  What was
I supposed to do?" she asked.  Her wrists and ankles
were hurting from the chains.

            "You should have shown him your cute
little cunny.  You should have let him pet your little
frizzy pubic hairs," Kakaji scolded.

           "Well now it's too late, isn't it," Subita
said, her large brown eraser head nipples pointing
towards her tormentor.

            "Better late than never is what I
believe," Kakaji responded.

             Subita noticed something moving behind
Kakaji, something rustling in the darkness.  A shadow
appeared and soon recognition enveloped her senses. 
It was no other than Sir Harpul, her science teacher
from the past, his eyes sparkling with enjoyment at
the sight of her naked body.  She saw that her teacher
looked just the same as in those hot sleepy afternoons
listening to his droning explanations about solubles
and saturation.

            Subita wanted to get free and run away. 
Her futile struggles were finally providing Kakaji
some pleasure.  Subita turned her face away unable to
face those who now revelled at the sight of her
nudity.

            "Lovely, lovely," Sir Harpul stroking his
overgrown mustache said to Kakaji.

             "Please, please go ahead," Kakaji
directed.

              Subita twinged as she felt the hands of
her teacher mauling her breasts.  His hand travelled
down her flat stomach and rested itself on her
triangular patch.  She tried to twist her torso to
avoid the inevitable, but her former teacher did slip
his finger into her lovehole.  He seemed pleasantly
surprised to find it well lubricated.

            "My! My!  We do have a fiesty little cunt
in our midst," Sir Harpul said while Kakaji enjoyed
the show.

            Subita couldn't avoid the sight of his
engorged member plopping free from the confines of his
trouser.  The angle wasn't easy but the teacher was
able to plunge it into her.  As Kakaji watched, Subita
reluctantly felt herself getting aroused.  She
remembered how her friends used to make fun of this
man who was now making her on the verge of an orgasm.

             "Oooh," Subita let out a soft moan as her
body buckled under the sensation.  She was in her own
world now, taking in the receding waves of pleasure. 
She didn't notice Sir Harpul zipping up his pants and
dissappearing into the darkness.

            When her eyes opened and adjusted itself
to the shadows in front of her, Subita smiled. 
"Ashok, you came to visit me.  So nice of you," Subita
said.

           Ashok was literally salivating at the
heavenly sight of his little cousin sister.  He
noticed that Subita didn't seem to be her usual self,
sharp and aware.  Didn't she know that she was without
any clothes.  Maybe she didn't care anymore.  Maybe
she just wanted to fill her cunt with a good strong
dick.  Ashok had his pants to his ankles.  His
erection was standing tall and strong, a little precum
oozing already.  He paused so that he could remember
this moment and then like Sir Harpul, he managed to
thrust himself deep into Subita's insides.

            "What are you doing!" Subita squeeled. 
Blood drained from her face as she comprehended the
heinous act being committed.

            "It's something that I always wished to
do," Ashok said as he thrusted himself in and out.

             Kakaji felt a stirring in his pants.  Now
he can finally enjoy Subita and then sell her off.  He
took a long drag on his cigarette as he watched Subita
not enjoying herself.

             "Subita, Subita, Subita," Ashok kept
saying as he kept plunging himself into the forbidden
pussy of his cousin sister.

          Subita stopped resisting.  She no longer
twisted her torso since it no longer mattered.  Her
own family had violated her already.  Ashok kept
pounding into her.

           She didn't even realized that he stopped
and left the room.  Ashok had already deposited his
seed in her.  Now she was alone with Kakaji.  The boys
unshackled her.  She followed Kakaji quietly through
the dark halls into his master bedroom.  This was the
moment she had heard so much about.   She knew that
her time has come to be sold off after tonight.

          "Clean yourself up," Kakaji ordered.  He
stood tall in his silk pajamas.

          If she was impressed with the opulence of
the master bedroom, she was overwhelmed by the
extravagance of the bathroom.  The tub filled with
steaming water was as large as a pool.  She plunged
herself into the enveloping hot water of the bath and
closed her eyes.  

          Subita sensed someone else in the room but
she didn't open her eyes.  She felt someone enter the
pool sized tub.

          "I'm here to wash you," Anju said in her
gentle voice.  Anju was pretty and petite and 15 years
old.  

           Subita nodded her head.  The girl sponged
her gently taking extra time at her breasts and
between her legs.  Subita was enjoying the treatment
unusually.  She closed her eyes again.  Anju put her
mouth on her breasts and Subita immediately let out a
moan.  Anju grabbed her crotch as she tongued her
nipples.  Subita liked what was happening to her and
parted her legs for Anju's benefit.

           "Ah, another casualty of Anju's magic,"
Kakaji said.

             Taking a cue from her master, Anju
stopped pleasuring Subita.  Her nubile body jumped off
the tub effortlessly.  

           When Subita dried herself and returned to
Kakaji's bedroom, she lay on the grand bed between
Kakaji and Anju.  Four hands explored her body and she
let herself get taken by the sensation.  Without any
fanfare, Kakaji plunged his engorged penis deep into
her womb and pounded himself like a hurried
jackhammer.  Anju dutifully fondled her master's
testicles as he fucked Subita.  Once he came,
everything stopped.

          After an hour of inactivity, Anju prodded
Subita down to Kakaji's flaccid penis.  Subita and
Anju start licking and sucking on the organ and its
testicles.  Slowly it started to gain its strength. 
Subita marvelled at Anju's tirelessness in servicing
her master. Her tongue and mouth just kept on licking
and sucking.  Subita tried to match that eagerness to
service.  It was a fairly long process as the two
mouths worked and worked the cock to another spurt of
semen.  Anju and Subita kissed sharing the sticky
reward.  After that they slept for a long time on the
large bed.

          Two days later, Subita stood naked in front
of Kakaji, Bappu-ji and three prospective buyers. 
"Take off your clothes," Kakaji said coolly and Subita
obeyed immediately.

           The buyers, two brothers and a cousin,
studied Subita carefully.  They had asked her to turn
around quite a few times.  "Bend forward and wiggle
your breasts," one of them asked.  She placed her
hands on the table and made her breasts sway side to
side.  "They seem firm, don't they," the same one
asked the other two.

           The elder brother wasn't impressed.  "I'm
not sure if she is right for our clientele," he
muttered.

          Kakaji responded, "You are mistaken.  She is
worth every rupee you will pay.  Can't you see, her
body is slim and tight.  It can last over 10 years. 
And look at that face.  It is a face that will keep on
attracting the customers."

           The cousin of the two brothers spoke,
"Maybe a price inducement can change your mind,"

          The big brother seemed unimpressed.  He
stood up ready to leave.

           Kakaji spoke, "Maybe another will interest
you.  One with a more suitable price."

           Bappu-ji spoke for the first time.  His
voice was soft but authoritative.  "We are offering
you a clean girl.  It is not common to find one with
such beauty," he said.

           Kakaji got the cue.  "Lie on that table,"
he commanded Subita.  She immediately complied. 
"Spread open your legs," he further commanded.

           The two brothers and the cousin placed
themselves in front of her outstretched thighs
inspecting the goods.  Kakaji barked to Subita to
spread open the lips with her hands.  She obeyed and
opened her glory hole for the three prospective buyers
to see.  After a careful inspection, they did come to
a consensus on her cleanliness.

            Still frowning, the big brother ssid, "OK,
I will consider with some inducement."

          So the haggling went on as Subita waited. 
No one paid much attention to her as the men were
talking something more important to them, money.  It
took a while but finally a deal was reached.  Subita
rushed to put on her clothes and gathered her meager
belongings.  She had been sold as a high class call
girl.

The end.

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