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by Jokiba

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32. Bleached India Company

Bleached India Company

FuzzyWuzWriting

Summary:

A Commissioned Work

In colonial mid to late 1800's India, the English rule with an iron fist. But one particular Brigadier General seems to rule with an iron COCK! Or at least that's enough to keep him slavishly worshipped by a dark skinned Hindu Milf who can't get enough of it. Shame for her family who were brought along for her depraved delight, or the hopeless son who has to clean up the mess the man makes out of the slut. But at least she's having a good time, right? Mom of the year folks!

Notes:

Please check those tags before you get surprised and upset. This is a work of absolute fiction.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

A teenage boy with dark skin and an anxious expression moved quickly through a large manor. The building was constructed by native Indian workers, but intended as the ornate home of a powerful British Colonizer. It was a lovely home and doubled as the headquarters for the Comandante of the local garrison. The man who controlled the land in the name of a Queen and Country on the other side of the planet.

With that authority so distant, it was his will that ruled here with the absolute authority of a god.

He might just be a wrathful one if Nithin didn't hurry up.

The youth moved into an antechamber outside the commandant's bedroom. A pair of khaki uniformed guards, white British men with rifles in hands, stoodd to either side.

Nithin doesn't dare make eye contact with either man, but they both smirk or sneer with open cruelty at him. They tower over the boy, who despite being only a few years away from being considered a 'man', is quite small for his age. A bit of malnourishment will do that to a growing lad.

One of them chuffs out a laugh as he passes, and Nithin flinches away. His left eye bears a dark black mark where he suffered a blow not too long ago and it tingles in sudden anxiety. After all, he was heading towards the room of the Brigadier General who gave it to him.

For just a moment he glances at the guard, just in case the man was going to take a swing at him. But the large white man isn't even looking his way anymore. The boy is beneath him, so Nithin scurries forward once more.

Just as Nithin approaches the door a sound is heard from within. A sound that has the already short boy hunching down even more while the guards openly smirk, one even letting out a laugh. They're laughing at him, and his clearly pained reaction. It's a woman moaning, screaming out in pleasure. A woman Nithin knows very well.

Nithin sucks in a shaky breath and pushes the door open. The moaning gets so much louder.

A beautiful woman sits astride the commandant of the base. Her hair is long and dark, half of it pulled back into a thick braid but plenty more loose to run down her back. Her lips are bright red, though the rouge is smeared messily already. Nithin watches the woman throw her head back, light glints off a gold chain that runs from her left nostril to the same ear while the woman opens her mouth and cries out in pure pleasure.

"Yes! YES! Please master, gnngaah!" The woman writhes on the man, working her hips with something like desperation, her eyes wild. "-Give me your seed! This unworthy sow buh-begs for eeeet-aahhh!!"

The maddened Native slut came then, orgasming on the fat invading cock of an outsider. A bastard that had taken her land, subjugated her people, and now violated her very womb. She clearly felt differently about it than most of her people. Back arching, her large breasts bouncing wildly, the wanton creature surged with gleeful lust for this White God. The force of her orgasm was so great that a gush of fluids ejected from her stretched out yoni and splashed onto the commandant's stomach.

Then Nithins mother bent forward, and looked directly into the blue eyes of the white man she so feverishly served. Her hands, one marked in thick henna and both jingling with gold bangles, are splayed across the man's muscular white chest. Her long nails running over curls of chest hair and scratching through several thick red lipstick stains around his nipples. She stares through wavy strands of black hair at the man who owns her body and soul.

Some might say her hooded gaze was filled with madness. But if it was crazed to desire the pleasure of her lord and master then she would be glad to take that label, to brand it to her body for all to see.

"Oh? Is that what you want, Lakshmi? My lusty little harlot?" The Lord Commandant's voice was smug, utterly confident and insufferably mocking of the woman atop him. Lakshmi adored it. The eager Indian woman's face lit up with a wide almost vapid smile at his slurs. She didn't mind his insults, in fact she saw it as his right. Besides, it really was quite the blessing, the first few months of her servitude he hadn't bothered to remember actual name and she shuddered to hear it.

"Yes! Oh, my beautiful god, yes ! Hnnng! I want it! I nnnneed it!" Lakshmy dropped down, sucking at the man's nipple, while lifting ass to begin grinding on him. Her hips began to roil and sway while she flexed her insides as best she could to actively milk her master's member.

The man laughed openly and enjoyed her desperate efforts. Then he blinked and looked to the side.

"Boy. About damned time…" The mood of the master of the manor shifted in a moment as he sneered at his cock sleeves son.

Nithin swallowed hard but knew not to speak.

"Your shitskin son has finally arrived, Lakshmi…" The man's voice was a threatening growl and Lakshmi looked up with a face of most sorrowful apology. Her hips didn't slow their rolling grind for a moment.

"Oooh, mmmaster! I beg your forgiveness for raising such a useless waste! He is even weaker ah-ahhh! And m-more indolent than his idiot fah-father!" Lakshmi gasped out the words, sucking in rough breaths and biting her lip painfully hard to keep in control while rocking her hips on the fat rigid dick inside her.

"I didn't ask for excuses!" The Lord gripped Lakshmi's long hair by the base of her neck and wrenched it to the side. Lakshmi gasped in pain, but her hips barely slowed. *Ptoo!* Then her master spit onto her face.

"Hnnng!" Lakshmi's eyes went wide, the woman moaned in utter ecstasy, and her pussy tightened up even more.

Nithin shuddered and had to bite his lip against his discomfort. Emotionally and physically… Beneath his trousers, the boy wore something. Something that clamped around his own manhood like a cage. It always seemed to grow tighter whenever he had to witness things like this. Another form of torment, and source of mirth for the men around him. Especially because they all knew the thing was put there by his own mother.

"Remember Nithin. I put this on you for your own good… You are a filthy minded boy and need guidance. As My Lord says, a disgusting coolie like you isn't good for much, but the very least you can do is to not lust after your own blood." His mother sneered, as if it wasn't her fault that he spent most day's watching her worship at the altar of white cock. "So, if this ever gets tight, that means that it's working and that you're being disgusting and to be better. Do you understand?!"

"Y-Yes mother…" He didn't. Not at all. But he knew what she wanted to hear. His mother had sniffed disdainfully, nodded, then had been 'rewarded' by her Lord by getting her rarely touched asshole stretched out. The first time Nithin had felt his cage tighten, was while looking at his mother's face twist and contort while their lord, in her own words- "Oh gaw-gods! My lord, it feels so good to have you suh-stretching my-my unworthy ass! Aahnnn!!"

That had been several months ago. The fact that the boy watching them was wearing a chastity cage did little to bring him sympathy with the lord. Not in the least…

"I suppose between a pathetic cow-kissing cuckold like your husband-" The lord began, his words nearly cut off by Lakshmi's lusty and excited moan. "And a wanton, desi, cock-fiend for a mother!" The man's favorite toy shuddered, and her body vibrated with pleasure at the abuse both verbal and physical as he twisted his wrist around her raven locks. "The boy couldn't hope to be more than a stupid, disgusting, wog wastrel…"

Lakshmi's eyes rolled back and the woman came again while riding her lord. Nithin wanted nothing more than to look away… but this was why he was here. His main duty was to come into the Lord commandant's room every morning while his mother serviced the man and witness the woman's absolute devotion to their lord and god. Truly, that was how his mother saw it…

Her worship came in her never ending craving for his pleasure, whether in using her tight and quite defiled holes to care for his glorious white pole. Or just in mocking her son who was otherwise only a walking reminder that she once let a disgusting native shit skin stick his pathetic little penis into her.

This last was something she'd told Nithin more than once, and as she glanced over, her adoring eyes turning to instant scorn, the boy could hear the words in his mind. But then her master was pulling a deep breath and releasing it as a groan.

Lakhmi's wild eyes rushed back to her Lord. Her mouth opened in a giddy smile and her hips began to swing with a zealots frenzy. She bounced her brown ass up and down so fast that the speed of her milfed up cheeks began to resound in the room, fleshy claps of her bottom on her master's strong thighs.

Then the lord was reaching for her chest, his strong hands groping at Lakshmi's expansive bosom. So ripe and full that even his large hands couldn't completely cover them, her plump orbs squeezed between his fingers as the man squeezed to the point of causing pain. One might never realize it as Lakshmi only gasped and continued to encourage the man to finish inside her.

The dark skinned woman got what she wanted, she always did.

Nithin watched his mother receive the white man's seed. It wasn't the first time, it wouldn't be the last. Even the boy had to admit that the commandant's loads were impressive as Lakshmi screamed in pure rapture while excess cum seemed to burst out of her still rocking hips and wet grinding cunt.

It was several seconds of the Lord grunting, his light eyes rolling back as he grit his teeth. Lakshmi bent over to kiss his chest, neck, and face. Nithin knew it was his mothers fondest wish to one day have the man kiss her on the lips. That and to carry his child. Perhaps one day when Nithin held his half-white infant sibling while his mother was getting knocked up with her third child, then she would be satisfied.

He doubted it.

Because even now his mother was letting out a great shuddering moan as she lifted herself off the man who controlled their lives. Inch after inch of monstrous white pipe came out of her tight brown pussy. Every bit of it slathered in a mixture of the man's robust seed, and Lakshmi's sweet gushing pussy juice.

The slutty brown milf sighed to see it, the fat veiny knob of man meat barely wilting from its recent orgasm. It might have gotten softer, but not with Nithin's mother on the job.

Lakshmi dove upon the commandant's cock. Swooping down like a ravenous bird of prey and gorging herself upon the white man's meat. Both of her hands wrapped around its girth, even as her mouth opened wide and she slurped in the most obscenely loud way at the tip, covering it in the last of her ruined red rouge. Only after having devoured every bit of filth upon it did she go farther and inhale him deeper still.

"Hnnnng!" The lord groaned and brought a fist down on the bed as Lakshmi obscenely sucked upon his recently drained dick. "Christ, but your mother means to suck my very soul out, boy! She hungers for my seed like a starving waif in the dessert! Ha!"

As if to prove him right-The commandant was always right-Lakshmi's head began to bob on his prick. Sucking like her life depended on it while stroking at his slick sticky shaft as best she could. Only a few traces of red remained on her lips while her master's pale prick was covered in red rouge.

Nithin hated it, but he was also thankful for his mothers deft skill. He knew he was at the point where they were nearly finished… He could gauge these things quite well, he'd witnessed their lord fucking hundreds of times now.

He'd seen the man take her in every way. Often brutal, always loud. Nithin had witnessed his mother getting manhandled brutally, her long beautiful hair pulled, her big breasts tortured by the roughest abuse, her slender neck choked to the point of open bruising, or to just be put into position to have her face and throat fucked viciously.

GLUCK! GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!!!* Speaking of which… The Commandant took hold of Lakshmi's long hair, and while holding her down began thrusting directly into her throat. His mother's eyes grew wet with unspilled gag reflex induced tears, and her brown skin took on a distinctly red coloring while the man fucked her pretty face.

The commandant was a fan… and with a loud groan the man locked his pelvis to Lakshmi's pretty face and unleashed yet another load directly into her guts from the other direction..

Gluck! Gluck… Gullllp…!*

The man finally let go of his mother's hair and fell back into a recline, the Lord laid there and just breathed… Lakshmi though, addict that she was, kept sucking. She literally pulled back just enough to pull in air through flared nostrils before her mouth and tongue resumed their dutiful ministrations. Her master shuddered but couldn't even get up the energy to be annoyed. Not when the motherly whore was so very eager to take care of him. There was only one thing left for her to do.

Carefully, Lakshmi pulled away from her master and slid off the bed. Nithin felt his stomach twist as he knew what came next. The man followed after her as Lakshmi moved to a section of the room where the tiled floor seemed exceptionally well polished.

Then Lakshmi dropped to her knees, opened her mouth and waited. She didn't wait long.

"Aaahh…" With that sigh of relief Brigadier General James Nichols, Lord Commandant of the local garrison and defacto master of the entire port town they called home began to urinate all over Nithin's mother.

The woman closed her eyes but kept her mouth wide open as he covered her lovely face in his waste. The bindi on her forehead, a sign of her marriage that she wore only because it amused her lord, was nearly washed away as his first target. Then he was emptying the lion share of his bladder directly onto the thirsty native whore's waiting tongue. Lakshmi opened her eyes to watch with clear adoration as Nichols kept her hydrated in the way only her Lord could.

Nithin struggled to keep his entire frame from wilting as his beautiful mother was soaked in the white man's piss. The face that had welcomed him into this world shined with the stuff. Her throat bobbed, Lakshmi loudly swallowed a mouthful she'd managed to gather and then let out an eager sigh as her tits and everything below was suitably soaked.

Nithin went just a bit numb. He didn't remember their Lord leaving the room. It was time for his other reason to be here. To help clean up…

Lakshmi took a quick bath in the General's private accommodations, while Nithin scrubbed the floors. The teen worked to get urine and more than a bit of spilled seed out of the grout between the tiles. His mother left him to his work and he tried not to think of better times. It was too difficult, but he couldn't help it.

Once upon a time… That had barely been a year prior. They had lived inland in the Village where Nithin had been born. Where his mother and her sisters had been born. Where her father, the former headman had been born and his before him.

Lakshmi had always been a strong woman. A stoic one, who spoke seldom but saw much. She was known for wisdom beyond her years and had gained respect even when just a girl.

She was also engaged to a young man thought to be brave and wise himself. Not that she'd ever met him before the fact. Lakshmi did not hold this against the man, it was their way. But she was not excited for the path her life was set to take. But again… it was their way.

Ever stoic, she wed the man, and gave him a healthy son before the year was out. A cause of much celebration, especially after her own father had failed to produce even one proper heir despite three attempts. All would be well in their village.

Till they came. The Colonizers. The British. The White Man.

Over a hundred strong, they marched into the village with casual impunity. Men on foot, horseback, great covered trucks and rambling jeeps, and then a luxury vehicle that seemed to have no place in such environs. But the man inside refused to ride with the riff raff, this was undoubtedly their leader. When he exited the vehicle a ring of protection, a dozen men with bayonet mounted rifles, formed around him.

He was young for such a position, not even three decades on this earth. But his steely blue eyes took in everything, and the slowly widening grin beneath a waxed mustach gave hint to the hunger in him. But a hunger for what?

He introduced himself to them as James Nichols. Briefly touching on his full rank, and a vague mention of a noble title. But such things were lost in such a rural village.

"To put it as simply as possible…" He spoke in a strong baritone voice, gradually enough that an anxious looking interpreter could keep up. "I'm the man you are currently paying tax and tithe towards." That certainly put everyone on edge.

This was a small but fairly prosperous village. And they did pay their taxes, always on time, always the correct amount. Bringing down the wrath of the foreigner was the last thing they wanted. But here he was anyway.

They claimed it was nothing to be worried over. Said they would only partake in some local delicacy and be bedded down in a camp quickly erected just outside the village for the night then leaving the next day.

Nithin still remembered that day, and he still remembered the first hint that his life was going to change for the much much worse.

"Mama? Should we-"

"Silence." His mother stood next to him, her large eyes focused on the white man. Nithin saw it then, but he didn't know what he was looking at. He had no idea…

"But mama-agh-!" The boy hissed as he held in a small cry of pain. His mother had put her hand onto his one bare shoulder and squeezed. Her nails had dug into him and he obeyed instantly as a spark of what he'd come to know as panic began to well up in him. His mother wasn't even looking at him.

She was looking at the Lord who had visited them, and the Lord was looking back. Their eyes met as this all powerful White Man took in every inch of Lakshmi. His smile appeared again, even wider.

Who could say why she did what she did. Perhaps the Lord had somehow bedeviled her, somehow brainwashed her with only a glance. Perhaps Lakshmi chose to rebel against a life where she'd had next to no real control. Waiting for something, someone, to ignite a true spark of life in her for the first time.

Nithin was awoken in the middle of the night by rough hands. Hauled out of his bed and bound with shackles and a gag. He looked up and even in the dark his captor's Caucasian skin stood out. The white men had him!

In the main room of his family's house, stood a ring of more, including… their leader himself.

James Nichols stood over his kneeling mother, a cruel smirk on his face while Lakshmi stared up at the man.

"Where's your husband?" James asked simply. Lakshmi pulled in a slow breath, then answered.

"I don't know. He's gone." Lakshmi had learned English years ago, and her son was more than passable. The woman's jaw was stiff, her anger clear. Nithin realized what had happened the same time James did. His father had abandoned them. Nithin felt his heart drop into his stomach, James opened his mouth and let out a laugh.

"Oh, is that so?! Gone to ground now that we were so close to his den?" The man laughed more, and some of his guards joined him. "Do you know why we're here, oh abandoned little woman?" Lakshmi stared up at the man for several seconds before answering.

"The fool… he's helping the rebellion." Lakshmi's eyes closed and her head drooped as she stated the truth she'd suspected. Before her, the powerful white man nodded slowly, smirk growing crooked.

"But at least we have his wife… his child. I wonder if he'll come out of hiding if I put a pistol under your chin? Perhaps if we tie one of you to a cannon? I brought one, just in case."

Nithin began to tremble at the words. He'd heard of this, what they called "Blowing from a gun". A monstrously brutal method of execution used on other rebels! Lakshmi stared up at the man, then slowly closed her eyes. He watched her nostrils flare as she pulled in a deep breath, what looked to be an impressive chest under some kind of native robe lifted up. Then she spoke.

"My Lord… Even now you are more of a man than my husband could ever be. If you wish the death of me, or my son. Take our lives. But if you would let me… I will service you. See to your needs, even the needs of your men."

"Oh?" The Brigadier General couldn't hide his surprise as he put his hands on his hips. "Quite an offer, even if it is from some mud skinned hindu wench." His men laughed at the insult but the white man's eyes showed his honest interest as they roamed over her body curiously.

"Yes… We are but trash before my Lord. But I would want nothing more than to prove myself. I would do so… now. Before your men, before my useless son…" James couldn't help himself and let out a bark of laughter, his men taking it as permission to practically roar with their own. All that came to a hush though as he approached her once more.

"You would serve me as I desire?" He stepped closer to the kneeling woman. "Say I want you to pull my manhood out now, service it with your mouth… while your son-" The man glanced to the wide eyed and shocked preteen. "-watched every moment of it." Even his own men shared uneasy glances, but it was obvious the idea had taken hold of their leader. Nichol's ignored them all and focused on the captive native. He watched Lakshmi's eyes grow wide, and her breath quicken while her dark cheeks burned hot.

"I would…" Her voice was so breathy, but with no hesitation to be found in it. "I would be honored, My Lord." Lakshmi's eyes fell from James face to his groin, and she saw it. Her lips parted in a smile as she saw something stitching along the thigh of his pants.

"Show me then…" And so the order was given.

Nithin tried to tell himself that his mother was doing this just to keep him safe. That Lakshmi pulled out the white man's massive shishin, so big she couldn't even fit the fingers of one hand around it, to protect him. That the way she moaned after breathing in the musky scent of colonizer cock, it was just an act.

The boy tried to believe his mother was lying when she immediately proclaimed James' meat "The most magnificent thing I've ever witnessed… You make my husband look like a child!" Though the boy knew better, he'd seen his father's endowment and his own shame for being similarly equipped burned.

Lakshmi had no such compunctions. She'd used her mouth to please her husband exactly once. It had been a disgusting act that had filled her with revulsion. But as she stroked the fat white python that rapidly grew into a great behemoth, now she was filled with hunger. This was no sad shameful little brown prick but a massive meaty rod of masculine white power!

James Nichols for his part was quite delighted by her eagerness, but he assumed he'd have to teach this native whore how to properly serve a real cock. Not so… Lakshmi was a natural and learned with impressive alacrity. Pure desire to please coming through in her hollow cheeks and wide hungry eyes. She didn't need to be taught, no, this brown skinned whore had a talent for cock worshiping.

It was one thing to have one of these brown skinned jungle monkey's suck his meat, it was another to see this especially lusty one rub his slick cock over her face before doing her best to fit both of his balls into her mouth at once. All done before her whimpering, teary eyed son!

"I've never seen such a hungry piece of Drevidian filth, boy! Look at your mother, she can't get enough!" He laughed, but truthfully he was the same. Possessed of a greedy hunger that drove him to fill his hands with Lakshmi's beautiful raven locks, envied by her sisters and every other woman in the village, and use them as handholds as he proceeded to violate her throat.

The act of brutal domination caught her off guard. Then it made her heart race, as the white god didn't just let her service him. Not when the man could use her. When he could force himself into her and just violate Lakshmi like no man had ever dreamt. Her new master forced her to imbibe every inch of his girthy meat till the tip of his dick was well into her throat. He looked down into her rolling, barely aware eyes, and he started to slamfuck her pretty face like it was just another hole.

Lakshmi loved it. Her pussy gushed with wanton delight as he used her like that. Because that's what she was to him. Not the chiefs daughter or wife, just a hole to fuck… One of her hands groped her own breasts then with a groan she was yanking off her robe, pulling it away to reveal her dusky curves and the aching sex beneath.

Nithin shook his head in denial, but it was pointless. As brutal as this white beast was, his mother was complicit! Now she was naked, one hand groping at a heaving breast while the other pushed fingers into her slick soaking pussy, made that way by her own fascination with the colonizer's rough treatment!

Drool gushed down her chin and Lakshmi gurgled as Lord Nichols vented himself into her lovely face. He drove himself rapidly, several times before finally grabbing her by the scalp and forcing his full length into the unresisting milf. Lakshmi's lips wrapped around the base of his girth and James groaned loudly as he reached a mighty climax, dumping his load into Lakshmi's guts and holding her there for several seconds before finally letting go.

The woman fell as he released her, coughed, and slammed her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were wide, but not bulging. She nearly puked up what the white man had given her… but she dared not. She had worked for it! Had earned it! She wanted it!

"By the gods…" She gasped out, licking her lips and then her palms to get up every drop.

"Ah, a hungry little thing I see? Underfed perhaps?" The man sneered at her, and Lakshmi blinked rapidly. Her belly was hot with his seed.

"Yes… Yes, Lord. But… I would take more. I would have you in me, in my deepest place…" A hand drifted down to rub at her crotch and James raised a brow. Then his grin grew feral as he decided to teach this little slattern a lesson.

His guards watched, honestly impressed at their lord's cocksmanship, or at least his stamina, as he shoved Lakshmi's lovely face into the ground and fucked the chiefs wife in her own home.

Lakshmi had never orgasmed before this night, and she wasn't sure if she'd ever get off as hard. She drooled into a rug sewn by her great grandmother while she was ruthlessly violated in front of her own son. Her son, a dozen white men, and of course the magnificent white god who now buried his glorious fuck meat deep into her pussy.

"Ahh… Quite a tight grip on this native bit of quim! Husband's manhood must be positively pathetic!" James laughed uproariously and his guards chuckled. Lakshmi surprised him though when she opened her mouth and a burst of almost musical tinkling laughter came from here.

"It's truuuue!" She said in sing-song. "My husband… He's pathetic, my lord! He-Hnnng! Oh my gagh! I f-feel as if I had never laid with a man! Y-You're stretching me oouuutt!" Lakshmi barely managed to lift her head up as she cried out before James sunk his entire girth into her. Her pussy screamed as it was pushed wide, and the tip of his stiff member shoved right up against her cervix.

"Hnng-gah! S-sho deep! M-My lord! My husband could never-nnggaah!" She was cut off by her own scream as James first smacked her ass, then grabbed her long hair.

"I've enjoyed my share of muddy cunny on this continent, but I must admit I think you might just be my-hnng! favorite! You nasty little tramp…!" He pulled tightly on her hair and Lakshmi did her best to bend backwards towards him. "I might keep you… take you away from this little hole to play with you whenever I may-"

"Hnnng-yes! Please! Make me YOURS!!"!" The Lord was cut off by Lakshmi's almost desperate need, and the sensation of her pussy squeezing down tighter than ever. In the heat of the Indian night he could smell it as the woman's pussy gushed and Lakshmi had her first of many squirting orgasms. Something in that scent awoke the beast in him and James Nichols began to pound this cheating Indian slant with everything he had.

The man released her hair to just grab her soft rounded hips and fuck her like an animal. Driving into her again and again, his girthy white cock stretching out her gash while his heavy balls slapped repeatedly into her clit. Lakshmi loved it, and even as more orgasms rolled through her, she promised herself to this foreign defiler.

"Y-Yes… Please… I-I'll make it good for you…! I'll serve you. My family w-will serve you! Ev-! Ev-! Every-ting! Nggaahh!" The man came deep inside her, Lakshmi came for the fifth or so time herself.

James pulled back and dropped heavily into a fairly large wooden chair, the one Nithin's father often used. Lakshmi laid there, pussy gushing his seed, but only for a moment. The woman pushed herself onto all fours, turned, and prowled towards the intrigued colonizer.

Lakshmi moved like a jungle cat, staring up from under her dark brow and disheveled hair. She brought her mouth to the Commandants cock, dangling off the edge of his chair, and slurped it up into her eager mouth. James grit his teeth as his still sensitive organ was thoroughly cleaned by the native's hungry tongue.

"Family, eh?" He finally asked, a small smirk lifting under his mustache.

"Sisters… to serve youuu…" Lakshmi breathed the words onto his pulsating member. She stopped only to say the word, kiss the tip, then wrap her lips back around it. It was enough, and James' eyes lit with interest.

"Haha! Maybe keep the little fool around, make him keep watching?" James licked his lips as he glanced at the trembling broken Nithin.

"Gaagh! Y-yes! He can watch! He can watch his mother wuh-worship you! Serve you! Nggaahhh!" The woman's eyes sta

"Oh? And what else would you give me?" Always ask for more, take everything you can.

Lakshmi stopped sucking again, and a twisted smile came to her face.

"Weapons." That caused the man's eyes to widen. "I know why you're here… Proof of my husband's foolishness…" Lakshmi nodded, her tongue dipping out as her head rose and running along the underside of the Lord's stiffening prick. "Weapons. My idiot husband has been storing them here." Her words had James eyes burrowing into her, and she could feel his pulse speeding up through his manhood.

"Where?" He growled the word, but Lakshmi only smiled.

I'll tell you where…" Lakshmi pushed herself onto his dick, taking him past her lips, over her tongue, and into her throat. The woman's eyes rolled for a moment, then focused on him as tears started to well. Finally she pulled back with a gasp, stroking him slowly while a line of drool ran from her swollen lower lip to the tip.

"I'll tell you where… after you put this magnificent white wonder back inside me… And you do it even harder."

"Oh, you darky Dravidian slut…" Despite the insults, the Brigadier General had a grin on his face, one the depraved hindu milf shared. "I accept." He reached out suddenly, grabbing Lakshmi by the hair. He stood up, forcing her away from his chair by the hair, then shoving the woman to the ground.

In a moment he was on her. One hand wrapped around Lakshmi's throat while the other guided his cock once more into the harlot's wet steaming quim. She stared up with bloodshot eyes, her heart pounding in her neck, while the invader took her womb and planted a lot more than his flag in it.

Lakshmi screamed out in ecstasy, or tried to, as his grip left thick welts on her neck and his cock seemed to resize her womb. The dark skinned slut loved it. She wrapped her legs around the man, and nearly wet herself in pleasure when he came inside her once more. When he was done, James had to smack her about a few times just to get the dumbstruck native to focus. Lakshmi's stinging cheeks seemed to glow as she smiled and told James everything, her voice hoarse from the abuse.

Less than twenty minutes later the stockpile was on fire, the majority of the villagers had been rounded up, and Lakshmi with her disheveled hair and still absolutely stinking of sex moved past the general to point out her sisters.

"Hmmm… Yes! Three little bindi bitches to decorate my home. You're right, I want all of you…" The white man's gaze was positively ravenous as he looked over the three and Lakshmi veritably beamed with deviant pride.

To her right was her first sister, Karishma. She stared up at her sister with tears flowing from her eyes in confusion and betrayal.

On Lakshmi's left, with her mouth gagged to keep her from screaming, glaring with angry bloodshot eyes, was her youngest sister Vanita.

"Hmmm, and yes. I suppose the boy. Since his mother always seems to make such messes. He can be a lad and clean them up." James chuckled as he looked to the still bound, and utterly still form of Nithin kneeling a few feet away from his aunts.

Lakshmi's eyes lit up at his words though. "Mmmmng. My Lord is wise. My indolent son has been useless at all else his entire life, but of course you would find a purpose for him in mere moments."

James laughed at her words, shaking his head. "Truly you are a deranged flower... I plan to have your son wipe up the mess I leave dripping from his own mothers quim, but you thank me for it." Truly, he'd found a very special kind of savage in this one.

Lakshmi bowed deeply and smiled. "But of course. I am your property, as are my family. Use me. Defile me… I am yours." The woman's voice was hoarse from his earlier choking, but that didn't account for just how husky it had become as she said those words. No, that was the pure deviant conviction of the madwoman. Lord Nichols moved closer to her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes.

"I… believe you. You are mine. Body and soul, from this heap of a village, to Mumbai and beyond. You belong to me…" He spoke just for her, and Lakshmi shuddered in his grasp.

"Of course, I am your property." Lakshmi's smile was wide and earnest and James' wonder grew. "Would you have me prove it, My Lord? Would you care to defile me now?" One hand moved to her chest and she tugged lightly at the folds of her top, revealing hints of the deep cleavage beneath.

James blinked, then an idea came to mind. Something so disturbing that it might affect the way the men looked at him, but something about this loony local made him want to push things.

"Property, eh? Yes… So long as everyone knows that…" The two stared into eachothers eyes, and it was as if they were on one twisted wavelength together. Lakshmi's pupils dilated and her breath sped up.

"Do it… My lord…!" Her voice was breathy, not able to carry far but enough for her own family to hear. Lakshmi sank to her knees, looking worshipfully up at James, then focusing on the throbbing bulge of his crotch.

"Mark this worthless one as yours. Do so as only you can…" She bit her lower lip while staring at his crotch and the white man gave her and her immediate family the most savage of smiles as he undid his trousers.

Nithin, confused, shocked, betrayed… Watched this white man pull out his shishin, a long pale thing much longer than his or any other male of the village he'd ever seen. Then the foreigner held it up in a way that every man there recognized with dawning shock. The colonizer took in a relaxing breath, and released it and everything else.

James Nichols pissed on Lakshmi for the first time infront of her son, her family, her entire village. He marked the insane bitch as his personal plaything in front of his confused and somewhat intrigued men. He looked into her eyes, then into her sisters, then into her sons. It was hard to tell which he drew the most satisfaction. But when he looked back, Lakshmi had her mouth open and was catching as much of the spray on her tongue as possible.

She audibly swallowed what she'd gathered as his stream petered out.

James looked at the almost giddy piss soaked punjabi on her knees, then at her distraught peers, and their village lit by the fires of conquest. The white man looked at it and saw that it was good.

"Pack it up men! Get this one cleaned up… then put her and… That one-" He pointed to Lakshmi's sobbing sister who cringed back in sudden terror. "-into my vehicle. Put that one-" now he pointed to the gagged sister, who tried to muster the energy to glare but was still so shocked by what her eldest sister had done. "-and the boy in another. Leave the rest."

That was the day Nithin's life as he knew it ended.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Indian sluts, evil white guys with big dicks, LOTS of bodily fluids!

Chapter Text

Nishin grimaced as he squeezed out a wet rag of filth into a bucket before dropping back down to scrub at the ground in the main bedroom of his lord's house. Other servants had come in and replaced the bedding, but he alone was to scrub the floor till every drop of cum, drool, and piss was gone.

So he was a bit surprised when the stout doors opened. It was indeed another servant, but not a random one dressed in plain rags, but a beautiful woman with her face hooded by a red scarf and her body only just covered in a tight revealing pink shift.

"A-Aunty Karishma?"

"Oh, I missed them?" The woman was blinking rapidly and holding a small tablet with a small stack of notes on it tightly to her chest. Her bosom, barely contained by her top, was squished out around the tablet and into greater prominence.

"Uh…" Nithin looked around the room. Yes. She'd definitely missed them. Them being her older sister Lakshmi, and more importantly, their Lord. Brigadier General James Nichols, the colonizing, raping, all powerful white bastard who controlled their lives. Not that Nithin had the nerve to even think as much in the presence of the man.

Karishma chewed her lower lip in anxiety. This was a typical look for her. The woman's brows were always heavy, her thick lips pursed as she grit her teeth. She was the most learned of her sisters. She had left their village when younger to learn and come back to share her knowledge as the primary educator in their village.

When James had found out he had put her to task. Her obvious intelligence and knack for managing wayward youth was perfect for his needs. All she'd needed was to learn a few lessons of her own, and get a change of attire.

The once prudish young woman, who'd barely been able to be seen naked by her own husband, now only dressed in provocative and revealing outfits. Simply put, the timid Karishma was dressed like a whore at the direct order of the man who had enslaved her. Then he'd put her in charge of the local bathhouse… Which was also the largest brothel in the city.

Yes, the brothel. The establishment that helped solidify the Lord's power almost as much as his guns and cannons, for James Nichols had a private saying: The most loyal of soldiers… are the lads getting their pipes cleaned out on the regular.

With Karishma's bathhouse, this was never a problem.

"I-I was to meet them for a meeting but I was-Oh!" Karishma turned and departed, not even bothering to close the door as she nearly ran away. The skirt she wore was long, but slit so as to be almost pointless. The boy could see the sides of his aunt's bouncing buns as she fled.

He was slightly worried about her after that, that she might be in some trouble, might even get punished… This was not the case however.

Less than an hour later, his work complete, the youth was allowed entry into the Lord General's solar to see what other labors he would be set to.

SMACK!* "Aaahnnn! Th-Thank you!" Karishma moaned lewdly as the Lord General's hand left her plump ass jiggling. The woman was bent forward awkwardly while the white man fucked her from behind. His strong white hands gripped her dark hips as his fat caucasian cock drilled into her.

Her flimsy skirt had been pulled to the side and her top had been pulled open to let the woman's breast free. Her nipples gleamed, the tips pierced with gold rings that swung as they jiggled and bounced. The room was loud with the sound of the man's hips slamming into Karishma's ass again and again.

Karishma still held her tablet in one hand somehow. The pad of paper trembled while the woman's eyes rolled back. She was panting, moaning really, and Nithin watched her eyes well up with moisture as it all grew to be too much.

"Kyeaaahhh!!" Karishma cried out with rapture as she climaxed. The tears began to fall, one running right by a notable beauty mark just off from her right eye. Both of her brown eyes were open but sightless as she trembled under the onslaught of her master's amazing white python.

Nithin stared with wide eyes, his mouth a flat line while his body shook in sudden panic.

"Come in and close the door, Nithin." The boy jumped to obey almost before his mothers words had fully registered.

Lakshmi stood a few feet away, smirking at her boy for a moment before focusing on her younger sister and their master.

"She's being rewarded." Lakshmi explained. "That visiting Duke sent a letter to the Lord, apparently he gushed quite a bit about how much fun he had at the bathhouse."

Nithin fought very hard not to grimace. He'd had to work at the bathhouse himself many times. His job was pretty much the same as here, he was a floor scrubber. The bigger the mess, the more likely he was to be appointed.

He remembered the Duke. A chubby white man with light blonde hair and a massive mustache. Nithin remembered seeing his lovely aunt on her knees between the fatmans thighs. The special guest got her full attention during his visit, so there she was, gripping his thick cock and slurping for all she had.

The Duke had called for Nithin while in mid suck service.

"Boy! Bring me a drink! Quickly, 'fore this foreign whore sucks the life out of me! Hooohohoho!"

Nithin ran to obey and had gotten back in time to see the fat man's toes curl and to hear his Aunt swallowing in loud wet *GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!* sounds. It was even more disturbing as moments later the Duke was making a similar sound as he quaffed the refreshment Nithin had brought.

As he did, Karishma looked up from where she was licking the Duke's balls clean and blinked with surprise to realize who it was the Duke had been ordering about. Of course it should have been obvious, no other Indian males were allowed to work in the bathhouse, only women and girls.

"Oooh… Thank you, Nithin. He was speaking to you?" His aunty's face burned with a bizarre mixture of shame and deviant delight. In the time she'd served their Lord, Karishma had learned that she could never be the shameless whore her older sister was. She couldn't deny that she was just as much of a slut for white cock as the older woman though… No, she was instead a masochistic pervert who got off the shameful nature of it all.

Karishma had a massive humiliation kink that she both hated, and loved.

"Know this boy? I s'pose all you mudpuppies would though! Aahahaha!" The Duke had laughed at the remark but it had come to a shuddering halt as Karishma licked up the last drippings of his load. A shudder passed through the big white man's body and his cock began to rise back up to her wicked ministrations.

"Of course I know him, M'Lord… This is my nephew…" She explained between long languid licks of the foreigners fuck stick.

The duke's eyes flew wide.

"Wut-wut?! And you are still happy to service my stallion with him right there?!" More of a pink pony than stallion, but still large enough for an equine comparison.

"I-" Karishma looked away for a moment, but she couldn't quite hide the smile even as she bit her lower lip. "I'm but a shameful servant of my Lord. I-I won't shirk my duty e-even if he watches." Her voice came out husky and the Duke's cock rose while steam nearly burst out of his ears in sudden excitement. At that moment this white man knew exactly what kind of slut he was dealing with.

"Well then! Up with you! Give me that exotic quim of yours right now! Show this nephew what a hard working whore his aunt is! HA! Hahahaha!"

Karishma was so excited she was pulling in ragged breaths through her open mouth, but she was still quick to rise and obey.

She stood, turned to present her backside to the white man, and lowered her sodding puss onto his recently drained, yet miraculously swollen white meat.

The Duke was possibly the palest white man of any Nithin had ever seen. The contrast between them was like night and day, and never so much when the man reached around and groped his auntie's big juicy tits. Those pale digits sinking into her meaty tits, almost like his huge pink tipped cock sank into her cunny.

Nithin couldn't control his face then, he couldn't keep the disgust, the shock, the shock of it all from showing. Karashimna looked at his face, felt what he felt, felt her own shame and humiliation surge and her mouth opened in a lewd wanton moan. It also seems to make her pussy tighten right up as the white man moaned behind her and seemed on the verge of tearing her tits right off. That too only excited Karishma more and in moments she came… and lost control of her bladder.

"Oh-Oh! Oh M'lord it's too much! MNnaaahh!" She cried out in rapturous shameful pleasure. Karishma nearly bit through her lower lip and her cheeks burned while her eyes rolled.

"Wut? Are you pissing yourself! Hahaha! Look at this dot-headed doxie lose her mind for a proper british dicking, boy! Gaghahaha! Too much is too right! Hnng! Too much for a-a dirty sambo sssslut! Gaaahh!" Despite his words, the Duke seemed to have enough as well and he came hard inside his loaned toy and Nithin watched the man's hands grope his aunt with enough force to bruise her large breasts while gouts of foreign seed were pumped up into her.

A few moments later Karishma was slowly easing off the big white meat that had fried her brains for the moment. Nithin hoped to the gods they were done… But it seemed his Aunt had been taking lessons from his mother.

"Might I offer one more- um, service, M'Lord?" Karishma's shy nature appeared at last as she prepared for one more humiliation. The white man only raised a brow.

"You are an eager little beasty, but I don't know what else you can give me. I dare say I'm tapped dry…" The heavy set white man guffawed at that and his limp dick swung a bit, his balls truly drained.

Karishma, though, wore a smile of embarrassed eagerness.

"Exactly, M'Lord… I've been able to drain your impressively large white balls, now I only inquire if you'd have me drain your…" Karishma had to swallow, her mouth was suddenly watering. "Your bladder."

The Duke's eyes grew very large and between his legs his soft dick twitched noticeably.

"I dare say…" The man spoke in a rather marveled tone, then grinned at Karishma and aimed his dick. Karishma smiled and slid to her knees before him.

Nithin watched his aunt give the final service of their very special bath. She let this fat pale white prick piss all over her lovely face and soak her beautiful body.

That would be another mess for Nithin to clean up and the boy's face fell as he tried not to get sick himself in the baths.

Now Nithin watched his Aunty getting used by another white man. And just like before, when she finally noticed his disturbed expression, it hit her like a brick.

"NNNNGAAAAA-gack!" Karishma began to scream in orgasm, but it was cut short. James' hand wrapped around her throat from behind and squeezed. Tears gushed down her cheeks, but between his abuse, the eyes of her sister, her nephew, and a pair of guards standing on either side of the door, she couldn't keep a wide smile from splitting her face as Karishma made yet another mess for the youth to clean up.

"Getting loud again! Carson, get over here and help me keep her quiet!" "Sir!" The one guard replied with a wide grin as he rushed over. One hand still holding his rifle, the other clumsily began undoing his pants. He stopped trying as Karishma lifted her hands.

James let go of her neck, and Karishma bent over. Still getting pounded, she panted heavily while undoing the guards trousers, fishing out his dick, then opening her mouth to let him ram it home.

"I wonder if that's what she wanted all along…" Lakshmi voiced just loud enough for Nithin to hear. His mother was probably right, his sweet shy aunty was a thing of the past. Now-?

"Hnnng!" *SMACK* "Aahnn!" Their Lord left another red handprint on Karishma's ass a moment before he came deep inside the desperate to please Indian bitch. With a clatter, Karishma finally dropped her notes, though her moan was badly muffled by the white cock in her throat.

"Ahh… Very good, Kara." This was less a nickname than just the Brigadier General not giving a flying fig. It was a wonder he remembered the name of Nithin's mother, though Lakshmi still preened at the 'honor'.

"Rodney! Take over for me." "Sir! YES sir!" The other guard was eager to step up. He passed his mid-fellatio friend his rifle, got his great white weapon out, and proceeded to take up the Lord's sloppy seconds with gusto.

"Mmmnnng!!" Karishma's entire body vibrated as she was once more double penetrated and soon she was being pumped from both ends by the virile foreign forces.

Nithin sighed not just as he watched his aunt lose control of her bladder, but because his mother was not striding towards their Lord.

Wordlessly, the elder milf dropped to her knees and started her own cleaning. Her lips and tongue sopping up sticky sweet fluids all over her master's cock.

It reminded her of the first time she'd tasted her little sister's pussy. That time it had been on John Nichol's cock as well on the night they had been taken from the village.

A shocked Karishma had been put into the back of John's luxury vehicle along with her older sister. But where the younger sister had been terrified, Lakshmi had delighted in their new surroundings.

The spacious compartment had plenty of room for Lakshmi to give direct instruction on how she and her sisters would serve their new master. An utterly stunned Karishma had watched her sister open up and retrieve the white defiler's organ. The younger woman had glimpsed it before when he had… unleashed himself upon her sister. But she had looked away, even covered her eyes at the absurd horror of it.

Now it was quite a bit more difficult to ignore. Not when it was pulsating less than two feet from her face, when it was throbbing and before her eyes it began disgorging lines of thick precum. Soon the musky aroma of the white man's organ began to work its way into her now.

Something started to change in Karishma. Past the horror of the evening, being torn away from her home and husband and her… No. It was all behind her now. She was now under the control of this evil white man and her own older sister, who seemed to have lost her mind. Even then, she was smiling at Karishma as if everything was just perfect, Lakshmi began to stroke the colonizer's cock.

"You were chosen, Karishma. Our Lord Nichols saw you for the beauty you are…" Lakshmi's words were almost hypnotic. Her pure belief in this white monster was maddening, but there was a part of her… Karishma had always been jealous of her elder sister's beauty, her younger sibling's spirit. But this white man had indeed chosen her.

"S'True. You are a pretty little bird, one I would keep well…" The man reached up to grip her chin. His fingers were strong, and not nearly so rough as her farmer husband. They didn't feel so bad…

Lakshmi felt her sister take her hand, and place it around something warm, hard, meaty… Karishma was always the smart one. It didn't take her long to figure things out.

Soon the Brigadier General was breathing heavily as the two beauties used their mouths on him together. Karishma was still unsure, but Lakshmi's hand was firm on the back of her head. When her doubt truly grew, when his fat precum leaking schlong was depressing her tongue? That was when Lakshmi was there to firmly force her down till her gag reflex was tested like never before.

Thankfully the sight and sensation of a sobbing native bitch being forced to gag on his cock was more than enough to get the bastard off before Karishma literally suffocated on cock. Then, woozy and blurry eyed, she watched her big sister clean him up and get him ready to continue.

Because she wasn't done yet. The rough hewn path they drove was an uncomfortable ride for most. Unless they happened to be riding on a long thick white cock.

With Lakshmi's sure guidance, Karishma was made to straddle their new master's lap and take his massive organ inside her most sensitive place. Karishma's cunny was spread out like nothing she'd ever forget, and the next few miles of their ride was the most enjoyable that either James' or Karishma could remember for some time.

When they arrived at their new home, Karishma vacated the vehicle somewhat awkwardly. Her hips nearly dislocated. Lakshmi helped her stay standing, the older woman's face glistening with the fluids she'd licked off their master's member as the Master himself vacated the vehicle.

Nithin did have one other regular duty. Namely, he was his youngest aunt's keeper. Late in the afternoon, he was directed to retrieve her.

He found Vanita, the wild child of their village, in one of the large manor's gardens.

His aunt wore a small swatch of cloth that hung from one shoulder down to her hips, and her long brown hair in a thick manageable braid. Her eyes shone with blue highlights around the edges, and she danced among the flowers with a wide vacant smile on her face.

These days this was how Vanita spent her free time. Dancing or playing in the gardens. Barely a thought in her mind and carefree as a child. Occasionally her breasts would tumble free of her robe, but she rarely noticed. The skirt might lift a bit and reveal a lack of undergarments, the same as her sisters, but with less purpose behind the act.

Vanita was the most spirited of the three sisters, once known for her ferocious temper and unbreakable will. But as she saw Nithin she stopped her dance and blinked dully for a moment.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened and a wide happy smile came to her face. "Nephew!" She bounced forward and hugged the boy. He returned it weakly. "Would you like to dance with me, little Nithin?"

"I'm sorry Auntie, but maybe another time." Even as he spoke though, he took her hand firmly in his and began leading her away. Vanita didn't attempt to resist, she didn't know how anymore.

Day's after they had come to the city where James Nichols ruled supreme, Vanita had still been full of rage. The youngest of the three sisters that James' had collected had been left in a cell. She'd screamed her throat raw, and most of the food she'd been given had ended up on the walls.

Eventually though, she was summoned. First though, she was hosed off. Then she was given to her sisters.

"Karishma!" Vanita hugged her older sister tightly, but she glared daggers at the eldest over the middle sibling's shoulder. "What do you want?!" She hissed, practically spitting on the oldest of them.

If Lakshmi was bothered, she didn't show it. In fact she had a small smile on her face as she looked at the other woman. It was infuriating.

Just behind the eldest was her son. Vanita barely gave the boy a glance, seeing only that he was there, that he couldn't meet her eye, and that he was holding up a tray of what looked like… cosmetics?

"We're to bring you to our Lord." The eldest said simply. This time, Vanita did spit. The glob of saliva landed inches from her older sister's foot.

"Your lord -" Vanita worked hard to put as much venom as she could into the title "Is filth! A monster! A bastard! And you are no better!" She screamed the words now and her voice started to crack.

"Yo-you… You traitor!" Tears began to run from the younger woman's eyes. Lakshmi looked at her for a moment, then the oldest sister rolled her eyes in obvious disrespect.

"Ragggh!" Vanita moved to rush her eldest sister, but with a calm step to the side Lakshmi casually avoided the tired younger woman, then swung out her own hand.

SMACK!* Lakshmi backhanded her baby sister. The woman was still weak from her captivity and her vision swam for several seconds.

"I don't need your respect. But you will be taught how to pay it. If only for my lord's benefit." Lakshmi's smile grew ever more twisted. Then she raised a hand and signaled suddenly. Hitherto unknown guards stepped into the room. Vanita's head spun from side to side in sudden fear but the men were quick and efficient. They had no guns, they had no need when just dealing with a small tired woman like her.

There was a thud and Vanita started to turn. Arms grabbed her own and suddenly she was forced back into a chair that had been placed for that reason.

"I'm sorry Vanita…" Karishma bemoaned, but Laksmhi smiled. "Don't be! It's all for her own good."

The sisters proceeded to give their rather ragged sibling a bit of a makeover. It was not what Vanita expected in the least. Her confusion and anger grew in equal measure. But the white men stayed nearby, guarding her and forcing her to comply. The younger woman was rendered more or less helpless.

She was forced into a new outfit, her hair had become a bit matted, but rather than fix it properly, Lakshmi and Karishma put it into a thick braid. Her face was painted, rouge on her younger lips, shades of blue to her eyes… This last had her visibly vibrating with absolute rage.

"Ahhh… The final flower for me to pluck." In the end, James Nichols himself stood before the young woman.

"Aaghh!" Vanita threw herself from the chair and at the man. Her teeth bared, hands reaching, she was stopped inches from the man. Both Lakshmi, and Karishma grabbed at her arms. They'd both been expecting this, though Karishma at least looked guilty.

SMACK!* "Aahh!" The back of the white foreigner's hand was several times stronger than her eldest sister. It sent her reeling back into the chair, and kept her quiet or at least dazed for a moment.

"Hmmm, I like that shade on her eyes." James said as he looked at the woman he'd just struck.

"Mmm. It is her husbands favorite. She always wore it for him." Lakshmi said, her voice throaty in sadistic delight. Karishma looked away as her sister spoke, Nithin shook as if he might start sobbing, but James only smiled.

"I see… Make sure to keep her in that color then." The man's delight had clearly risen with the new humiliation and Lakshmi gave a smiling bow of obedience.

The ironic thing was that as they spoke, Vanita had no idea what they were saying. She glared up at the man speaking a language she had no interest in learning, unlike her insane sisters.

"I will see you dead. I will see you feasted on by the crows. I will see you-"

"She's making death threats, my Lord." Lakshmi delivered the news with a clearly mocking tone, and James received the news in a similar spirit. He cut off the spiel with a laugh.

"Speak for me, Lak-What was it?" "Lakshmi, my Lord." "Yes, Lakshmi." He grinned at the woman. "Translate to your little hellion of a sister."

"Our Lord wishes you to know… 'You are his property. You are the final of a set of toy's he is most eager to play with. You can struggle and scream… but it will only make our magnificent Lord all the more eager to ravish your foolish holes and break you with his beautiful, white, godly manhood!" When Lakshmi finished speaking she was wild eyed and breathing heavily. Vanita looked at her insane sister then back at the white man with the first true hints of fear in her eyes.

"You… Only told her what I said, yes Lakshmi?" James had said 'You're to be my latest concubine and I'll enjoy teaching you your place.'

"Of course!" Lakshmi said with a large nod. "I only emphasized why she should think herself lucky." Lakshmi broke into a small bout of laughter, while Karishma, who also spoke English, looked at the maddened woman with an expression that combined horror and awe.

James had a sneaking suspicion there was more to it… but something about Lakshmi made the rather vile white man actually trust her. She really was just his kind of crazy. After all, a minute later she was gleefully pinning her own sister's legs back as he slipped it into the screaming slut.

"Aaagh! Nnnno! L-Lakshmi, you insane bint! Don't DO this!" But Lakshmi had her easily under control and smirked down at the woman as a dick well over twice the size of her husband's was pushed into her.

"Ggaaaghh! B-Bastaaarrd!" Vanita shuddered as her sex was stretched out. In moments the white monster on top of her was pounding her with savage authority. Occasionally speaking, with her sister translating the madness.

"Your new master says your pussy is quite delightful, little sister. He's also become partial to the same shade of blue as your husband, and actually enjoys the reminder that you've been taken from another man. Though he believes your husband must have been endowed like a worm, you're far too tight for a married woman, Vanita. Or perhaps he was too afraid to attempt to use it on you enough to make a difference. Either way he says you're as tight as a virgin… Oh, I'm almost jealous."

Barely half these 'translations' were accurate. It didn't matter much to Vanita as the white bastard nearly dislocated her hips while members of her own family not only watched, they helped him!

Her middle sister barely said a word, but then she did something that left Vanita utterly dumbstruck.

The white filth had her bent over the one chair in the room, perusing her back end like she was a piece of livestock even as his seed dripped from between her still shaking hips. He said something, and Vanita looked at her family.

Her nephew looked confused, and disturbed. Lakshmi looked surprised, then her expression moved somewhere between jealous and amused. Finally, Karishma had covered her hands with her mouth while her eyes grew very wide under the scarf she wore. Karishma spoke then for the first time, speaking English with an even better accent than their eldests sister in fact.

James listened to her, then with a sniff of honest disdain, he nodded. Karishma moved up to her younger sister while Lakshmi rolled her eyes.

"I-I'm sorry! But this will help!" Then Karishma reached between her little sister's legs, and scooped up a thick helping of the bastard's seed. A shudder ran through Vanita's and she gasped, too shocked by her sister's action to even scream at her. Then the middle sister smeared the viscous mess between Vanita's ass cheeks.

"AAaagh! Kaaarishmaaaaa! What are you doing?!" Clearly she'd gone as insane as Lakshmi… Said sister was muffling rather raucous laughter with a hand firmly over her mouth.

Vanita quickly found out that her sister was actually trying to help her, as she was flipped over onto all fours and became the first of the sisters to get her brown backdoor barged open by the Brigadier General's beef hammer.

Vanita's eyes bulged and her attempt to scream was broken by a gasp as the air was pushed from her lungs while her back end was roughly forced open. It was a sensation very much unlike anything she'd felt before. Made so much worse as the pale bastard gripped her braided hair, and pulled hard. She realized as her neck went tight, that her older sister had been lubing her up her ass. It didn't really help.

He fucked her from behind, mounting her like a stallion, but raping her ass. He had his way with her, his dick driving into her like a piston, and actually forcing quite a bit of his cum out of her recently well fucked pussy as her petite body only had so much internal space to share. The colonizing fiend had truly taken possession of her, inside and out.

When he was done, she almost sank into the chair. But turning her head, she glared at the monster who'd left both of her holes leaking his seed.

"Die… You'll die… If the gods are good, you'll die suffering-! Broken!"

"Spirited little thing isn't she?" James asked, unable to understand the woman's words in the least. Lakshmi nodded.

"Yes, my Lord. She always has been. Would you like to continue enjoying her?" But the man just sniffed and waved the idea away as the chore it was.

"No… I think I'll let my men take over from here."

Lakshmi's brows rose, but her smile didn't falter. "Might I join her, my lord?" Now it was James who looked surprised, but only for a moment.

"Yes. Make sure she knows exactly why it's being done to her, and what I expect… I'll have a platoon brought in for the task.

Vanita was tied up in the center of the room. Bent over a rack with her arms bound and her holes on display. Lakshmi stood before her. They were both naked.

Nithin was just outside the room, and the boy looked even more scared for her than she felt.

Nearly thirty large white men filed into the room. Lakshmi immediately recognized several of them, and smiled because she'd been forewarned. These were all men who had been in her village, and several of them had been inside her very home when she'd sworn herself to James Nichols.

"What's going on…? Why are they all there, Lakshmi?" Vanita looked around her, and struggled at her bonds. Her anger was gone as fear began to take hold.

"Why… sister. They're here for you of course." Vanita could only look at her. "Your silly temper. Your foolish pride. These men… They're going to take these things from you… But don't worry, I'll be here to help." She looked around. "I'll take care of these ten? You get the other twenty or so? Yes?"

She was only mocking her sister, Lakshmi didn't really have any say in which men went to which women. Not that it mattered when they were surrounded by throbbing Caucasian pricks that descended like hungry sharks.

Vanita's pussy was filled, while Lakshmi was set to work sucking and stroking. Vanita wasn't trusted with any oral work, and instead ended up gagged as she tried to scream. Her blue eyeshadow became smudged with sweat and tears, and ran down her cheeks.

She wasn't really aware of this, only of white cocks fucking her. One after another, pile driving the entrance that until that day had only been touched by her beloved. Now she was nothing but a hole used to service the men who had destroyed her life, to be the personal plaything of the monster who led them.

One thick white cock after another was shoved into her, and soon it wasn't just her pussy. Vanita mewled in a truly pathetic tone through her gag while the soldier behind her tried out the alternate option. "Chris'sake but this brown bird has a bunghole tighter'n hell…! Hnnng!" The man didn't last long before hot cream pumped into her backdoor for the second time in one day.

Vanita shuddered and her body went limp… Only then was her gag removed and one soldier who'd been more or less patiently waiting his term stepped up to the pretty girl's face and took her gag off. A line of drool came out as Vanita slowly looked up with confusion on her face, her body rocking as a soldier steadily pumped her gaping pussy.

Vanita had never put her mouth on a penis. This one was mildly clean… but for the thick salty taste or the sudden explosion of heady musk that burned into her nose. She thought to bite down, but the monster gripped the back of her scalp and mercilessly drove his Caucasian crank right into her tonsils.

Hurk!Gurk!Gluuuck!* More tears ran down her face. One cock settled into her throat, while another began to brutally drill her pussy. Her hips shook, her entire body trembled, the man using her mouth groaned out.

"That's it, baby sister! Isn't it better to just join in and get a good taste of that… Mmm! Juicy white co-GLUCK!" One of the other soldiers yanked on Lakshmi's face and both daughters of the village trembled and shook as they both had multiple holes filled by white fuck meat.

Vanita passed in and out of consciousness. Her holes eternally filled. The moments when they weren't were so small, so meaningless that her entire life became white cock. She gagged, she moaned, she was drenched in Caucasian cum.

Truly Vanita's world had gone mad… Her sister. The wise and respected Lakshmi, the most respected woman she knew, the woman she looked up to … Was astride one white soldier while another brit took her from behind. Both of them plunging their meat deep into the lusty bitch. Vanita's view disappeared as first one solder stepped in front of Lakshmi… queueing an obscenely loud sucking sound. Then another stepped in front of her… Vanita didn't suck, but the man got just as much use from her throat as he grabbed her ponytail with both hands and used it like a guide bar to fuck her lovely face.

By the time the entire platoon, its sergeant, and its commanding officer got at least two loads emptied into one of the two exotic fuck toys, Vanita was utterly limp. Her eyes stared into nothing, and when one of the last soldiers removed himself from her ass and relocated at her mouth, she obediently opened up and allowed him to use her swollen and abused lips as the designated cock milkers they now were.

Lakshmi walked up to her sister as the man finished, and put a hand to the small of his back as he finished. "No… make sure she swallows eeeevery drop…" Then in her native tongue. "Drink up, Vanita. That's it… yes, that's a good girl."

Her neck bobbed, and the soldier shuddered as she kept sucking well after he busted a nut. When he pulled away a thick line of drool fell from Vanita's lips, but barely any jizz leaked.

"Very good girl…" Lakshmi leaned in and kissed her sister on the mouth, her tongue pushing past the younger woman and bringing a surprising moan from the cum drunk Vanita. Another solder shoved his dick into her pussy as she did so, and she moaned with her mouth inches from her little sisters ear before she started to throw her hips back like a proper piece of fuck meat.

"You're almost there Vanita. There's only one more service I need to teach you, little sister." Lakshmi gestured to the five or so men still remaining. Vanita tried to focus on her, but she could barely think.

"The final duty of a good Indian whore… is to drain their bladder, as well as their balls." Lakshmi spoke in English for the men who all began to chuckle darkly. The sound was like a fist closing around Vanita's heart.

"Just remember, Vanita…" Now she spoke in their native tongue. "Good girls always swallow."

Lakshmi moved aside and a white man took her place, his cock pointed directly at the younger woman's face. Then, before her stunned and cum smeared face, hot wet piss began to spray out of the pale length in his hand and Vanita gasped and closed her eyes as it covered her face.

There was a groan from behind her, and the man fucking her came… While a second man moved in front of her and two streams hit her face from both sides. Vanita whimpered, tried to turn her face away but it was pointless. To the side of her, Lakshmi was on her knees with three men pissing all over her. The eldest sister was rubbing her face, caressing her breasts, and moaning.

Then Vanita realized something… the man inside her hadn't pulled out. And as he let out a long breath she felt something hotter than cum filling her pussy. He was pissing inside of her.

The two sisters were used as urinals… One of them loved it, the other began to learn.

Nithin had watched his auntie get broken. Had realized just how little he truly understood his mother. Now he guided her through the hallways, past men who had probably helped break her. After being put in her place, she had become little more than a decoration about the house, and a treat that James Nichols could give to his men as a reward. Not one man in this building, from the Brigadier General's personal guards, to his cook, hadn't missed out on sticking it in the mindless younger sister.

Now Nithin led her towards the man who controlled it all.

"Ah, finally!" James Nichols waved rapidly as the door opened and Nithin quickly pulled his addled auntie into the room.

It wasn't one of his usual offices, it was larger than that. The chamber could fit fifty men in it but currently had less than a dozen.

There in the center of the room stood Lakshmi and Karishma. Nithin brought forth his youngest aunt and moved to stand to her immediate left. He would translate… thought it was anyone's guess just what would get through to the woman.

"My three lovely flowers… I have news for you." Around him his men could only stare in wonder at the audacity of the man, or barely hold in laughter at the absurdity. Those that had spent more time around the Brigadier General and his favorite three knew better.

Lakshmi looked excited, all of her focus on the man. Karishma wrung her hands and kept looking about herself, randomly catching the eye of different soldiers and receiving looks of barely veiled lust every time.

"Yay! Hehehehe!" Vanita cheered and giggled at Nithin's whispered translation, acting as if she'd already been given a treat of some kind. She was roundly ignored.

"The past year I've had my men hunting for a particular rodent… Well. We've finally brought the vermin to ground." His eyes bore into the three women, most especially into Lakshmi.

The eldest sister's eyes widened, her mouth started to fall open. Her gaze locked with the man she worshiped and James Nichols slowly nodded.

"He's… You've found my husband!" She cried out, not in shock, but pure bizarre joy.

"Yes." James' face split into a wide and wicked grin. "They attempted to take him alive, but in the end… Well, he chose death before Her Majesty's Justice."

Karishma looked between them in shock, then looked past her sisters to her nephew.

Nithin was frozen. The boy seemed as stone, his eyes wide and his face taking on a surprisingly pale tone. Then. Slowly. The boy's mouth opened and he spoke in stilted words to his broken aunt, translating as best he could..

"My father… Is gone."

To which Vanita answered in a bit of broken English that even she had been able to pick up.

"Oh! Ok!! Bye bye!" She waved at nobody in particular then burst into giggles. She clearly had no idea what that boy truly meant. But that didn't stop first Lakshmi, then James, to both burst out into loud crass laughter.

Then it was time to celebrate. It was a bit of a blur to Nithin. He was clearly so out of it, that James didn't even put much effort into tormenting him. Not that the boy wouldn't have an impressive amount of work to do. He ordered the boy to the corner of the room, and told him to just stay there and wait till it was time to perform his primary duty.

Now it was time for his aunts to do theirs. The men in this room were the senior officers of the company who had finally found and dealt with Lakshmi's husband. They were here to be rewarded.

Lakshmi began disrobing on the spot. Karishma slowly reached for her own clothing while Vanita whooped with childish delight and tore hers off before throwing it to the side. The youngest sister was on her knees before Karishma was even naked. She no longer knew very much, but she knew that was where she was most often wanted.

Nithin's mother moved towards her master to attend him first, while the men who had killed his father closed in on his aunts.

In moments Karishma was bent over and taken from behind while two men moved in front of her. She gripped both of them and began stroking as best she could, sucking on one cock, then slurping up the other. Vanita was surrounded by a small ring of men at eye level. Her blue eyeshadow would soon be in quite a mess as she began stroking two while a third was shoved into her mouth.

Lakshmi mounted James in a chair that was nearly a throne.

"I only wish he could have seen you defile me before the filth died…" She gripped his girthy white cock with pure adulation and guided it into her. "Hnnng!"

"Ha! Trust me, my dear. He knew… Mmmng… I've had word spread far and wide of my three favorite toys." The white man reached around Lakshmi, gripping her round bottom and giving it a squeeze as she began to grind on him. "That to rebel against my authority means not just the loss of your life… but of your wives and daughters to the… Hhhnh-Hunger! Of the British empire!"

Lakshmi threw her head back and laughed at his words, her breasts pressing into James face. "Oh… Oh! It's too perfect! Gods but I almost want them to rebel… I want to see you take their women. I want to see you-Oh! See you break them all!" Then Lakshmi was actually surprised as the man pulled her closer still and pressed his mouth to hers in a ravenous kiss.

"Uh… M'Lord?" The kiss broke as an eager eyed captain moved up to the pair.

"Hmmm…?" James' almost looked annoyed, but this young man was here to be rewarded.

"May I…? Er?" The captain looked down towards Lakshmi's ass, and when he looked back up his Lord was smirking.

"Of course, Captain. You earned it." The Brigadier General gave his concubines ass a good hard *SMACK* and as Lakshmi moaned aloud he gripped her ass with both hands and spread it. "Go'wan then, lad. Give this dark skinned bitch the business!" He laughed into Lakshmi's face while the Captain aimed and drove his dick into her ass.

Nithin's mother moaned like the whore she now was while his two aunts were passed around.

Vanita's pretty face was smeared in at least three separate loads. She'd swallowed four more. She was blinking awkwardly, jizm stuck in her left eye. But that didn't stop her from getting pulled onto a Major's cock while a Lieutenant fucked her ass.

Karishma was laying on top of a soldier, a second Lieutenant who was bouncing her up and down, his cock digging into her ass while one man fucked pussy and another facing the opposite direction had positioned himself so that she could properly lick his ass and stroke him off.

The once shy auntie was moaning and stroking, snuffling at the Captains asshole till the man lost it and blasted all over her tits. He was nearly bowled over by an eager officer who pushed nearly his entire cock right into her throat. Karishma began gagging even as the other men shot almost simultaneous loads into her ass and pussy.

Vanita licked her lips just before another white cock slapped her face. The blitzed out bint giggled even as the man roughly gripped her hair and ordered her to lick his balls instead. She obeyed while another soldier slowly drilled her asshole, giggling merrily into his nads while another set of testicals slapped into her clit.

When Nithin looked back to his mother it was to see her doubled over, suckling on her beloved's white meat before she was pulled back by a pair of enterprising young officers. The men positioned her carefully, then surprised Lakshmi by stuffing both of their cocks into her ass at the same time. Lakshmi gasped and gripped the man before as the two of them began bouncing her up and down and stretching her ass out to new levels.

If the pair were bothered by their meat rubbing together they didn't show it and Lakshmi's face distorted more. The once noble visage of his mother twisted into a vulgar expression of obscene joy. A stoic no longer, Lakshmi's eyes rolled and drool ran down her chin as one then both men blasted her bowels with white cum.

The lead whore was unceremoniously dropped to the ground in a puddle of twitching cum. She wasn't given much time to recover before an officer flipped her onto her back and mounted her face. Lakshmi obediently opened her mouth and arched her back in time to receive the white cock into her waiting windpipe. She swallowed it with alarming speed and her reward was a hot sweaty sack slapping her in the eyes over and over as her esophagus was abused.

The woman squirmed when she had difficulty breathing, and was only loosely aware of another man spreading her legs and entering her vaginally. Nithin's mother was more concerned with her difficulty staying conscious, but just managed to get enough air through her nose to survive long enough for the man to cum into her spasming, desperately sucking throat.

Coughing and gagging on cum, Lakshmi was shown no mercy as another man nearly sat on top of her face. He wanted to fuck her tits… She took the chance to lick a magnificent white god's puckered asshole. Everyone was happy.

Except for Nithin, who watched his mother and her sisters debase themselves in the most sordid and disgusting ways possible. He wasn't sure how long it went on. The room reeked of sweat and cum and then… piss. It always came down to piss in the end. Especially with his mother goading it on.

"Cover us, my Lord! Let it out and water your three flowers!" Lakshmi was on all fours, her sisters on either side of her, and all three were getting fucked doggy style. Lakshmi and Vanita in their pussy, Karishma biting her lip as her ass was used.

Grinning fit to split his face, James Nichols took his beautiful but barmy fucktoy up on her offer. The man sucked in a breath and began to piss on the women. Lakshmi sighed and held her mouth open wide. Vanita giggled and lapped at the stream like a dog. Karishma's mouth fell open in surprise as she registered what was going on, then she shuddered and began to lick her lips even as piss ran down her chin.

James could only piss so much, but more men were happy to step up.

The three women didn't just get a little, they were soaked in Caucasian urine. Long black hair drenched, smudged make up washed off, and bellies filled as men took them from both sides, filling them with cum from one end and piss from the other. The latter of which quickly turned into wet and messy suck offs and the three sisters suddenly began an impromptu competition to see who could suck off their white officer first.

Karishma won, her studied technique born from the need to please customers quickly and therefore to wrench the jizz out of them. She was followed by Vanita who sucked a little, and was facefucked a lot. Then Lakshmi who kept taking breaks to lick her studs balls and tell him things like how "Your beautiful white cock is too good for this lowly mud-skinned native. Ooh, but I wish you could just cover me in your seed and paint me with your white beauty-mmmng!"

Was that truly his mothers desire? Or just something she said to these colonizing monsters? And why, oh gods why did he always have to be here and listen to her say such things while…! His mother got half of her wish, and the officer groaned as he came all over her already piss soaked face.

Lakshmi kept her eyes closed and smiled in bliss, clinging to the man's hip with one hand while the other stroked his member out all over her countenance.

When the white man stumbled away a moment later, trying desperately to catch his breath no doubt. Lakshmi finally opened her eyes, looking out past thick ropes of splatted jizm, and directly at her son. She grinned wickedly, then winked and blew her humiliated son a kiss.

He wished he could say he felt nothing by that point. Or that somehow he'd grown used to it. But no, it was just another twist of a wicked knife. A reminder that things could always get worse… especially because then Lakshmi invited the next three men who stepped up to give her sisters a break because…

"I'm so very thirsty, gentleman. Please… Won't you give this needy whore a drink?" All three aimed and Lakshmi's eyes went half lidded while her mouth was wide open to receive three separate streams of white piss.

Chapter 3

Summary:

Colonization is often vilified. Seen as the theft of lands, the murder of its inhabitants, rape and exploitation by foreign invaders... But sometimes... Just sometimes- You get a crazy bitch who WANTS to be Raped and Exploited by foreign invaders. Especially the ones who have BIG WHITE COCKS!

Sometimes they bring their family along for the fun, even the younger ones...

Chapter Text

In a certain port town once owned by natives but long since subjected to British rule, there was a certain notorious bathhouse. In truth it was a brothel. One occupied and maintained by the brown skinned female natives, it existed at the express permission of the local Commandant.

Brigadier General, Lord James Nichol. The man ruled the port, the burgeoning city growing from it, and all the land within a dozen leagues by dint of his Aristocratic bloodline, his White skin, and a love of these dark skinned native whores.

That said, it had been some time since he'd actually visited the Bathhouse he owned, but the man was enjoying it.

Leaning back in shallow oil enriched waters, James groaned. His most enjoyable of toys, Lakshmi was pushing her hot, tight, native Indian pussy back onto his manhood. The woman was in her mid thirties, and absolutely gorgeous. An alpha specimen among her ilk, she was taller than most Indian women, and her body wonderfully curved with large heavy breasts, and mature child bearing hips.

Those hips pushed back a wide amazingly plump ass that wobbled as it impacted his hips. The lord barely, moaning as he felt her tight lower lips swallowed him whole. This was quite impressive, as everyone knew that the Commandant was hung like a horse. But Lakshmi greedy native cunny devoured every inch.

She wouldn't dare have it any other way. Lakshmi wasn't just the man's slave, she was his devoted worshiper. Giving up her home, her husband, and any traces of dignity, she was his devoted personal whore.

SMACK!* "Aahnnn!" The Lord's hand clapped off her ass, and Lakshmi moaned all the louder while her pussy reflexively tightened up on his member. She pulled off slowly, letting his veiny girth drag along every sensitive fold.

Wrapped around the base of his organ was a shade of rich purple lipstain. The color was difficult to obtain, and very expensive. But the royal shade fit the Lord's favorite Mistress and suited Lakshmi brilliantly. But it wasn't the only color staining the white master's cock.

A bit higher, just shy of Lakshmi's markings, was a lovely blue. While just over halfway down his length, only just visible as Lakshmi lifted her hindquarters, was a sinful shade of red.

These colors had been added by the woman's younger sisters.

Her baby sister, the mindfucked, and barely aware Vanita always wore blue. The reason for which her poor shattered psyche couldn't even remember. But she didn't need to think to open her mouth and have her throat fucked.

The well educated Karishma liked the color red. She was also quite talented at sucking white dicks. Alas the delicate woman just didn't have the gag reflex to handle a Caucasian monster cock like Lord Nichol's.

The sisters were there even now. Them and almost a dozen white men.

Vanita was on top of one man, he himself laying on his back. Her dark skin glistened and the contrast between them was quite lovely, almost as lovely as the sight of his manhood drilling into her ass while a compatriot of his took her pussy. She gasped, panted, and stroked at any cock that came in reach. Not to mention licking and even sucking if it came close enough for the addled little slut to take care of. Most of them did, and as such her pretty face was already plastered in a thick layer of seed while she stared sightlessly at the ceiling.

Karishma was also on top of a prone man, but she was upright. Shifting and grinding her hips to rock her pussy on his dick while grabbing at another man's hips. She used them to steady herself, while sucking fervently upon his cock. Karishma was actually the prime attendant at the baths, their caretaker, but she was often their most popular worker. It was easy to see why as she twisted her head from side to side and made her best attempt to strangle the head of the young man's cock with her agile tongue.

All of these men were loyal soldiers to Queen and country, and invited into the large open bath to partake of their Commandant's Generosity.

That was the main reason for the bathhouse after all, for his men to get their needs seen to properly. James had long ago decided that the best use for these coolie sluts was serving hard colonizing cock. Lakshmi agreed whole heartedly… While she was the personal fucktoy for their commander, his undeniable favorite, she'd spent more than her share of time in the bathhouse as well.

Lakshmi spread her legs, grabbed her knees for stability, and started to move her hips and shake her ass in a way that honestly astonished all those that saw it. Even James' eyes grew wide, his lips peeling back into a wicked grin as he watched. The eldest sister began to not just ride her white god, but to shake and fully bounce her juicy brown ass atop him. In moments her wobbling brown back end became almost a blur. Her voice came out as a whimpering moan, but she rapidly began to suck in air while the much louder wet smacking sound of her asscheeks began to fill the space, even louder in the shallow bath.

Lakshmi shook her hips and twerked her sexy ass for all she was worth, till another sound filled the room. The meaty wet smacks of her own clapping booty cheeks, and just under it the rapid high pitched moaning pants of the loyal slut giving her all to her white master. This was what she lived for these days… Taking care of her lord. And his men when she was here.

Serving, bathing, satisfying the troops. Though this was only the third time she'd gotten to be there, specifically to serve her beloved in public, and with the addition of her sisters.

The first had been early on in their time together. Karishma had sobbed most of the time, and Vanita had just taken the men's abuse without any attempt to reciprocate. The next time had been several months later, a celebration. Her husband had just been found, and dealt with. So yes, they had celebrated quite grandly, and that time the three sisters had all performed quite actively, and admirably.

The only real difference between then, several months ago, and now… was the reason for their celebration. A reason that could be seen with Lakshmi.

James groaned and finally had enough. The man shoved off of his seat with a roar. The Commandant plunged his all into Lakshmi while wrapping his arms around her. He grabbed her chest, her breasts that he loved. That had recently grown so full and plump that his large white hands had an even harder time trying to wrap around them. No matter, he could just squeeze deliciously hard and sink his fingers into them while Lakshmi moaned in absolute pleasure.

She was grabbing at him, at his hands, or reaching back to touch his body. He was fucking her. Taking her from behind so hard that his powerful hips shoved into her ass cheeks. He slammed into her so hard that the woman was lifted up, her feet leaving the ground fully. Then they came back down, often turned awkwardly and just catching on her toes as the woman felt like she was being split in half by the powerful man's upward thrusts from behind.

Many wouldn't treat a woman like that, maybe not even a happy whore of a slave like Lakshmi. She was in a condition some considered fragile. A condition that caused her breasts to swell, and her belly to grow.

No one could deny it, especially with the way her middle seemed to jut out with every impact and her rounded belly was pushed out first. A belly carrying the Commandant's first child. Lakshmi's first… white child.

Her other one. Her useless one… He was there too. Nithin was always there. He didn't get a choice in the matter. He watched his mother scream as she was manhandled by the monster who had destroyed their lives. He watched her breasts bounce, and her belly shake, and knew the sibling inside it would have a very different life from his…

The Brigadier General let out another yell, a lusty roar, and he came inside his best plaything. Lakshmi's eyes rolled in their sockets but her lips curled up in a wide, almost delirious smile.

"Oh, Oooh! Yessss massshter… Fill this-this loyal whore with your-Mmmmnnn.." She was silenced as the Lord captured her mouth over her shoulder. He kissed her hungrily, driving his tongue into her mouth even as his seed gushed into her pussy.

Lakshmi moaned through the kiss, the noise roiling out of her throat as she shuddered in her god's grip. These kisses were rare things, when James' passions were up and bestowed only to Lakshmi. She treasured every one. Her son watched them with unabashed horror.

The kiss broke a few moments later, and James Nichol's let go of his favorite whore. Completely. Legs limp, Lakshmi fell into the shallow waters with a gasp. Her lord's member pulled out of her rapidly and with it a gush of thick white seed. She shuddered for a moment, but never even thought to become upset or offended. She was his property, and he could treat her as such. She however had to behave in a way that he enjoyed.

So as James took his seat once more with a small relaxed sigh, Lakshmi turned back to him. And with a wave of her hand and a few calls, she didn't come back alone, her sisters were there with her.

The men knew that when the Commander's pet called, they obeyed. Her will was only for him… so they didn't stop their own play things from going.

James' legs were spread wide, and he smirked as he watched Lakshmi approach him. She gave only a small nod to her siblings, and they quickly obeyed. Lakshmi slurped up the large, still mostly stiff member of her god. The man bit back a groan at the handling of his sensitive tip. Though a moment later the sound shifted into a laugh of delight and triumph as the other two pushed their way in and each licked and slurped on one of his testicles.

The man's laughter came to a halt as he let out a supremely self satisfied groan, then looked past the sluts.

"Well? C'mon then lads, don't just leave those rumps unattended now!" There was a great collective cheer and just a bit of shoving, but quickly enough three men came to stand behind each one of the sisters. Nichol's focus turned back to the women and his wicked grin didn't let up as he saw, and felt, as each one of them was penetrated.

Karishma was first, and her eyes bulged while her mouth and tongue came to a twitching halt. It took her a moment to get back to work, her eyes still quite wide but her lips as attentive as ever to his gonads.

Vanita came next, and barely rocked with the penetration. She barely reacted at first. But as the man began to rapidly thrust into her, her eyes began to slowly, sightlessly track upward while she made an attempt to suck half of his sack fully into her blue stained lips.

Lakshmi was the last. The man behind her experienced just a moment of indecision. For a short while the Lord of the manor had absolutely forbidden access to the harlot's cunt. Not a problem, there were plenty of other sluts, and in her case, other holes to use. This man had just started to push the tip of his prick into her ass, when he'd remembered-

The entire reason for their celebration. The crazy bint was knocked up. Her womb was occupied and her pussy was open for business. He drove his rock hard white cock into Lakshmi's dripping lips as hard as he could, caring nothing for the Lord's sloppy seconds, just eager to get back into the only restricted cooly cunt there was.

Lakshmi trembled slightly as she was fucked along with her sisters, and hummed out a satisfying moan even as she swirled her tongue around her master's meat. In utter ecstasy. Truly this was where she belonged, her most perfect place between two magnificent white cocks, and her beloved sisters on either side.

Her lord was just so magnificent, so glorious. Looking down on her, beyond content as she grew his child in her womb and continued to service his divine shaft. The only thing that could make it better, is if the potent white seed she had imbibed could do more than just fill her with child. Oh but what if it changed her as well. If it could wipe the darkness from her skin, like bleaching away a stain.

The wild daydream excited her almost as much as the Caucasian rod beating upon pussy. Lakshmi shuddered and came for the umpteenth time. She really didn't keep count anymore. It didn't matter, because it happened nearly every time a white man put her to good use, and that was just her day to day. Oh but she was blessed…

In more ways than one. As she came, her pussy clenched up like a velvet covered vice and-

"Core blimey, so damned tight-hnnng!" The soldier behind her finished as well and let loose a salvo of colonizer spunk inside of her occupied womb. Another man moved up, but he wasn't fast enough. She'd cleaned off and revitalized her lord's member and he wanted more.

James pulled his toy up, and towards his lap. Her sisters retreated and Lakshmi mounted her beloved with a breathy, gleeful little laugh. "Oh… Oh!" Then she was up and properly placed before dropping down onto James' mighty polearm. Instantly Lakshmi shuddered and whimpered through a small orgasm just from that. The sensation didn't relax though, especially not when James leaned in and shoved his face into her bosom.

The man laughed as he played with, then latched on and sucked upon her bosom.

"Ohhh, my lord…" Lakshmi ran her fingers through the man's blonde hair, looking upon him with utter adoration as she grinding her tight pussy and wiggled her jiggly brown ass on his cock.

Soon enough he was ready to truly take her, the powerful man flipped her around and laid her across the seat of the baths. Her long legs shot into the air on either side of the white man, his muscular form covering her while his length drove into her again and again. Lakshmi moaned wildly, grasping at the man and scoring several marks across his back with her painted nails. The lord didn't seem to mind, if anything it motivated him to go harder.

Lord Nichol's grabbed Lakshmi's long hair, wrenching it to the side roughly. She gasped, whimpered, then cried out as he bit down on her slender shoulder nearly hard enough to draw blood. Her knees bent and she wrapped her legs around the white god's back before locking her ankles together.

He came inside her again as she screamed out rapturous worshipful ramblings. Much of it rendered unintelligible by the mad desi slut's slurring. But the gist of it came through loud and clear and left a savage grin on her Lord's face. Finally though, James Nichol's disengaged from the native harlot, and turned away.

"Boy! Here!"

Nithin, Lakshmi's son, moved as fast as he could without falling on the slippery floor. He carried with him a tray and refreshments.

As he neared the man, another approached his mother. Nithin tried not to look at them, to know what they were doing… But it didn't help. The new soldier made a face at the slut on her back, her quim draining out multiple loads. The man lifted his foot, then thought better of it and grunted as he shifted the Lord's favorite with his hands instead.

Lakshmi was rolled onto her side, moaning lightly and blinking blearily around her. The soldier moved towards her plump rump, and nodded to himself. He shoved his dick through the layer of cum that had leaked over the puckered hole and into her ass. Lakshmi bit her lip around a groan as she was fucked sideways by the young man.

Unconcerned entirely, Lord Nichol's had a drink and let out a satisfied sigh while the mother of his child was butt fucked behind him.

Lakshmi was passed around between seven more men, usually more than one at the same time, before she found herself once more performing for her Lord. Tired but always willing, she knelt in the bath water and sucked and slurped vigorously on Nichol's nuts. She could taste on them the pussy juice of her sisters, and cum from several different men. But soon she was tasting something much different as the Lord gave her a bit of his own liquid refreshment.

Well… if acrid piss could be called refreshing. But if anyone could savor it, it was Lakshmi. She swallowed, smiled, and loving swept the excess down to her swollen belly while the man emptied his bladder.

Abruptly, she stopped. Lakshmi blinked, then her face split into a wide grin. "Oooh, your child is kicking my Lord!" Lakshmi laughed with delight as she continued to rub her belly while the last of the piss drained into her mouth. Nichol's for his part was utterly unconcerned.

"It's growing so fast. No doubt strong like its white father!" She continued to rub her tummy, the taut piss soaked skin there glistening.

"Hmmm…" James pursed his lips. "When the time comes, I assume you'll need some time to take care of it." The great man's brow furrowed as he thought. "Wouldn't be right to monopolize all your time with a newborn to care for…"

Lakshmi raised a brow, then sniffed in disdain. "M'lord. It really won't be an issue…" Lakshmi smiled at the man, but something in it told him that his sweet slutty mistress already had a plan in mind.

"You truly are a rare minx, Lakshmi…" Then he laughed, long and hard. Lakshmi, hands wrapped around his cock, began to stroke his manhood with adoration.

A few days later Nithin sat in a military jeep. It moved fast, but bounded around wildly. The boy felt his gorge rise but shoved it down with what was now practiced ease. His driver was one of the Brigadier General's most reliable men, his task… most unpleasant.

Soon they were brought to the docks that were the heart of this city and Nithin was walking towards a specific pier. Pure serendipity had him getting there just in time… A docked ship had its gangplank extended and from it a small deluge of natives were debarking.

It was two in particular that captured his interest and twisted his stomach into knots.

They were small, hell, they were tiny! The one he spotted first had her hair down and it ran down her back in a straight curtain that swished from side to side as she looked about with the smallest of frowns on her face. Nithin knew she had just recently had her ninth birthday. The other was next to her, almost a full head shorter, having only experienced seven summers and was smiling brightly as she took in the same view. She had similar dark hair but hers was pulled into a pair of thick dangling braids that fell from behind her ears and drift just over the backs of her shoulders.

They were his cousins. Aadhya and Divya.

"Oh! There! Cousin Nithin!" The little one, Aahdya, spotted him first. Even as the other girl started to follow her attention she began to run towards him. She passed through the crowd with the simple ease of a small child and called his name one more time before she nearly tackled him.

"H-Hello, Aahdya…!" Nithin tried to smile, tried to be positive. But it was just so very difficult. "Y-You've grown so big…! A-and your English, it is very good…"

The little girl looked up at him with big brown eyes and nodded, her braids swinging wildly. "Yes! We have been practicing! I can read Auntie Lakshmi's letter's almost as fast as Divy!" The little girl giggled but Divya didn't seem so delighted. The older girl hadn't run towards him like the younger but now stood there staring at him.

"Where are our mothers?" It wasn't quite a demand but Divya clearly expected an answer as she ignored their unfamiliar environs to focus on the older boy. It took everything Nithin had to keep his face straight as he replied.

"Oh. Well they had some… Issues." His voice cracked on the last word. Little Aahdya tilted her head to the side while Divya's brows furrowed. Nithin sucked in a breath and turned on his heel. "C-C'mon girls!" His voice cracked as he turned on his heel and began to lead the two young girls away.

The white man waiting in the jeep noticed him, but immediately looked past the teenage Indian boy towards the girls. The muscular looking soldier began to grin, and Nithin felt his stomach churn. He helped the two young girls into the backseat, and moved around to the front and they were off.

The girl peppered Nithin with questions, and while he tried to answer as nonchalantly as possible, he continued to stammer and only just kept from breaking down. Their voices calmed as they approached the large manor house of the Commandant. In particular the heavy guard presence by the gate inside, all of whom looked at the two young Indian's with barely disguised hunger.

Nithin hurried through the house, looking back often to make sure his cousins were keeping up. They both seemed a bit harried, but they didn't lag behind too far. Soon he came to a pre-designationed and held the large door open for the curious.

"Auntie!" "Oh, Aunt Lakshmi!" The two girls cheered as they saw the woman, walking past Nithin and entering a colorful parlor decorated with more traditional furnishings. Lakshmi was reclining on a cushion, wearing a thick sari shaded in vermillion and mauve. She looked up with a smile on her purple colored lips as they approached her.

"Oooh! Sweet Aadhya! Darling Divya…" Lakshmi rose up and embraced both of her nieces tightly. She had not seen either of them since leaving the village after all. Though she had remained in touch, and had made sure the girls had been seen to and their education continued. The last mostly just to make sure they were taught English… it would be their dominant language from now on.

The girl's began speaking almost at the same time as she released them, their birdlike voices creating a cacophony of curiosity. Lakshmi more or less ignored them both, looking past the girls to her son. With a snap of her fingers and a gesture, she gave her son a wordless command. The girl's prattle slowed in confusion.

"Auntie…?" "Aunt Lakshmi, did we-"

"We only have a little time, girls. The Lord will be here soon." The cousin's shared a look, the youngest curious, the older looking worried.

"You mean… the foreigner who took all of you away…?" Divya asked warily, she watched her aunt's response. The older woman's lips slowly curved into a smile, but unlike one the two young girl's had ever seen.

It had been over a year since the 'incident'. The white men had come to their home, then in the night had taken it. Both girls had actually slept through the entire ordeal, only to find out in the morning that their mothers were gone. The other villagers refused to speak more on it, but enough crumbs fell through for the older girl to paint a blurry picture.

But the most confusing gap in her knowledge was that… as far as she could tell, no one said anything about Lakshmi being… taken. But the eldest of the three, the most respected woman in the village, she had most definitely left with them.

The younger girl didn't think about any of the intricacies. She missed her family, most especially her mother. She knew they had gone to live with a powerful foreign man, and honestly thought it sounded very fun and even romantic!

"He is the master of this house, of this fort, of the entire city …" Lakshmi hissed the last word and her eyes darted from one small girl to the other. "He is the Lord Brigadier General James Nichol." She looked each girl pointedly in the eye. The older one carried the beginning's of fear, the younger looked almost star struck.

Lakshmi decided this would be a good start and her lips curled in a almost serpentine smile before she snapped her fingers once more and Nithin came to a stop next to her. Lakshmi however, still focused on the girls.

"Take off your clothes." She commanded simply. Both of the girls just froze in place. Eyes wide, burning flush climbing into their cheeks.

"Wha-what?! But why?" Divya asked, but now Aadhya was smiling brightly.

"Auntie?! Do you have new clothes for us?!" The little thing let out a squeal that almost hurt, her older cousin even flinched back.

"That's right…" Lakshmi answered simply, her smile not wavering, and something like a leer appearing on her face as the little girl started to strip.

"Wait?!" Divya cried out. "W-what about him?!" She points an almost accusatory hand at her male cousin. Nithin stared at the floor rather than meet either of their gazes, but it didn't help much. An even brighter blush came to Aadhya's face as she too realized her male cousin was still in the room.

Lakshmi snorted in absolute derision. "Oh, him? He… doesn't really matter my darlings." This left the young girls looking utterly baffled. Lakshmi sniffed once. "He doesn't count as a man, but if it helps…." She made a spinning motion, and Nithin shuffled and to face away. "See? Much better. Now: STRIP." The woman's tone took on a hard edge and both girl's flinched back.

Divya wanted to argue but something in her aunt's tone, in her eyes… The young girl began pulling off her outfit, a lovely light red and orange sari. Soon it was in a puddle on the floor, and the only thing on her back was her own long hair.

The girl was naked. Not a hint of breasts, narrow hips, and not a hint of hair. She was completely smooth. Divya pursed her dry lips and looked to her cousin.

Aadhya wasn't nearly as concerned it seemed, she yanked off her sky blue top while staring at the back of Nithin's head with a mischievous smile. Once naked, body was much the same as her cousins, only smaller, perhaps a shade or two lighter and with a small but noticeable birthmark above her right nipple.

"You can't look, cousin Nithin! Just us girls!" Aadhya let out a happy giggle, still so innocent despite her nudity.

Lakshmi nodded at what she saw, then turned to begin pulling items out of the small sack Nithin had retrieved for her.

Bright pieces of fabric came out. Incredibly sheer, looked super soft, and worryingly delicate. She had the girls lift their arms, helping them dress as if they were very small, but giving quick curt instructions that brooked no hesitation or argument.

In moments the girls were redressed… barely. The tops were knotted at the center of the chest, thin strips of the cloth stretching over their undeveloped nipples, and not much else. The bottoms were no better. What had appeared to be a long skirt, was nothing of the sort. It wrapped around their waist, then fell between their knees in two strips front and back that didn't even reach their calves. Not that it could cover them if it did, the cloth was barely a handspan wide and so the girl's thighs were in full view.

More of the girl's skin was visible than not, in fact you might say all of it still was… The fabric was so fine, it was nearly transparent in the right light. The cousin's looked at eachother, noticing that they could still very easily spot each other's nipples, to say nothing of their yoni.

"Um… Ah-Auntie…" There was definite distress on Divya's face, the older girl knew enough modesty to know this was anything but.

"This is such a silly outfit, Aunty! I like it!" Aadhya though, giggled and spun in place. The tails of fabric between her legs lifting up and for a moment letting one see between her thighs even more clearly.

"I'm glad to hear that love. Now just a few more touches…" Lakshmi almost wished she'd kept Karishma around to assist, but judged this still a bit beyond the woman. So it fell to her to get the girls ready. At least it didn't take much, they were such natural beauties… She simply added a little color. Around their large eyes, to their soft lips. Replaced their small modest earrings with larger dangling collections of gold that drifted nearly to their shoulders. Finally, a bit of scented oil.

"Ah… beautiful…" The woman said with a nod as she finished. "I believe our Lord will agree…" Lakshmi's face showed a disturbing level of satisfaction. "We'll have to see who he appreciates more, eh?" Lakshmi said, and the girls looked at eachother. Divya panicked at the thought of the evil white man seeing her like this, Aadhya hoping that maybe she could beat her super smart older cousin at something for once. But both of them were stunned when Lakshmi undid her conservative sari to reveal the truth. It wouldn't be between the girls, but between them and their aunty.

She was wearing the same outfit. Purple cloth instead, it seemed to be the same size the girls used, so it was extra tight across her large brown breasts. Squeezing into them, holding them tightly in place while only just covering her nipples. Nipples that were so hard and so very dark they almost seem to push through the shear fabric. The bottom sat low on her hips, but they were so rounded there was little danger of it slipping off. Like the younger girl, Lakshmi smiled and also performed a spin.

Her hips spun, her bottom came into view. The plump cheeks not hidden in the slightest by the cloth, and her hair covered sex glistened in a way the two girls didn't understand. But as she spun, Divya noticed something else. Her stomach was protruding noticeably. The young girl gasped.

"A-auntie?! Are you…?" "So pretty!" Aadhya squealed. "Pregnant?!" Divya finished and Aadhya's squeal almost shifted into a scream as the little girl covered her mouth and started to jump up and down in excitement.

Lakshmi ran her hands over her stomach, then put them on her hips while smiling at the two. "I am indeed very blessed."

"Can I touch?!" Aadhya's request was answered with a nod and she almost slapped her palms to her aunties belly.

"Well… Uncle must be… very excited!" Divya finally got out. Though truth be told, as far as she knew, her uncle, the next chief of their village, hadn't been seen since the day the white man came to their home.

Lakshmi's eyes opened wide, and her mouth split into a loud bark of sudden laughter. So abrupt that little Aadhya nearly jumped back in surprise. The woman' shoulders shook, and she had to reach up to wipe away a tear.

"Oh… Oh, darling. Your-uncle…" She said the last word with apathy that the two girls just couldn't understand. "He had nothing to do with this…" She rubbed her belly once more, the satisfaction on her face greater than ever…

The older girl was disturbed, the younger simply confused, but before any more questions could be plied there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Yes?" Lakshmi called, and the door opened enough for a soldier to peer inside.

"The Brigadier Ge-" the man's words cut off, his jaw only partially working, and his eyes wide as he stared at the little girls dressed like exotic dancers, to say nothing of the buxom brown milf behind them looking ready to burst out of the same outfit.

The girls gasped and hid behind their auntie's wide hips, Lakshmi smiled. Nithin shuddered, mostly forgotten by all. The soldier recovered quickly.

"The Brigadier General has returned. He is awaiting his Mistress!"

"Ah, well girls, it's time for introductions."

Lakshmi walked leisurely through the estate, with one girl to either side of her. She instructed them as they walked. There was to be no hiding behind her, no covering with their hands. They were lovely flowers, and all would see them. "Yes, Aadhya. Even your special lotus."

Protest was laughed away, but her tone became something sharp and forceful when they walked by soldiers and servants, and Lakshmi's instructions weren't followed correctly.

Their's was a parade of coming debauchery, and all there knew it. Especially the teenage boy following along at a distance.

"Soon, girls… We will be in the Lord's room. He is the Master in this place. We obey, and we serve him. He will take care of us, reward us, and see to our needs… If we do well." Both girl's could only stare up at her un unsure confusion. "You will listen to me. I will tell you exactly what to do… and he will be very happy. Then he will make all of us, your mothers included, happy as well." Those words seem to bore into both of the girl's minds as their trepidation and desire to see their mothers coalesced.

Finally they stood before the Commandant's room, the guards opening the door quickly while their eyes roamed over the girls and their aunty.

Inside, a tall broad white man with blonde hair and a trimmed mustache was just taking off his shirt, pausing at the last button to watch the group enter his room. His blue eyes grew wide, and his teeth shone under his facial hair.

"Ok… Lakshmi. What have you brought me today…?" Nichol's popped the last button and his shirt opened full to reveal a well muscled chest, coated with a bristle of hair over a lightly tanned Caucasian complexion.

"My Lord." Lakshmi bowed deeply, only a miracle keeping her fat tits from bursting out of the silly little top. "I present my darling nieces, Divya-" She held a hand towards the girl in pink with long straight hair. "Daughter of my sister Karishma."

The girl's eyes were wide, and she had her hands balled into fists at her side. She badly wanted to cover up, but her aunty had forbidden it. She stared up at the man, no- the monster, who she was sure had ruined her home.

"And Aadhya-" The smaller girl wore blue, and eyes were large as well, but more in wonder than fear. She looked up at her aunt for a moment, then back to the white man. Her two twin braids dangled adorably, then she lifted a hand and gave the smallest of waves. "Daughter of my sister Vanita."

"My, oooh my." James Nichols walked towards the girls, taking them, and his mistress in. The man's nostrils flared, taking in the scent of them and finding himself grinning so hard it nearly hurt his face. "You have… outdone yourself…!" There was honest awe in his voice as he looked at Lakshmi and the woman shuddered with pleasure.

But it was true, her madness had her now delivering up her young nieces to this white beast. What else could be said.

"My Lord… I have not yet begun to entertain you." Lakshmi bowed once more, but this time she kept her eyes on the man, leering up at him with a hunger unmatched even by the guards watching their parade.

"Come girl's… With me now."

Lakshmi asked her Master to lay down and relax. That was, after she helped him take off his trousers. She made sure to show the girls how to undo the foreign made attire, and as they came down both girls stared with very wide eyes at the bulging tent in the white man's undergarments. Lakshmi laughed, not wanting to cause a panic just yet she left that covered for now. James contemplated stripping down, but decided to trust the mad milfy mistress instead.

Lakshmi retrieved, or rather, had Nithin retrieve bottles of scented oil.

"Our master works very hard. His strong white body gets stiff… You girls will take care of him." They moved slowly, the older Divya with serious trepidation, but Lakshmi was firm. Oil was squirted out and small hands began to massage the big white man's body.

They had no idea what they were doing obviously, it didn't matter. They were adjusting to his presence, his size, and the color of his skin. Not to mention the scent of him, that both girls noticed whether they realized it or not.

"You're just too small… we're going to need more." Lakshmi tsked and shaking her head. Then at her direct instruction, first Divya, then Aadhya both climbed up and began taking careful steps on the man's back. James groaned with a relief that surprised even him. Lakshmi let out a shockingly girlish giggle and stroked his hair.

"Much better… now. Aadhya, hope down. Carefully, yes. Divya… lay down. No, Lay. On the Master." The little girl stared at her aunt with wide confused eyes, but slowly got down, and laid across the white man's back. "Now rub yourself against him… Yes, good." James let out another groan, but this one was different. The nearly naked, oiled up little Indian girl's body was rubbing against him in a truly salacious way.

"This will… well, it probably won't relax the master actually…" Lakshmi smirked.

"Hmmng… Quite the opposite actually…" James rumbled as the little girl rubbed her half naked body across his broad back. Her sister watched with wide eyes and an almost slack jaw, her braids swishing as she looked from her sister, to her aunt, then to the big white man with the supremely pleased look on his face.

Finally, Lakshmi had her stop and get off. Then, with no real encouragement needed, she asked her beloved white god to turn over.

Once more the sight of his bulging erection captivates the girls. With a healthy bit of terror thrown in there as well.

Not willing to trust the girls, Lakshmi grips her master's small clothes, and with a grunt and a tug lets the Caucasian beast free.

Divya gasped, Aadhya let out a small shriek. They both put their hands to their mouths, but don't look away from the towering length of throbbing, veiny, precum gushing, white cock. The pale shaft thicker than their wrists, almost thicker than little Aadhya's thigh, was capped off with a fat pink knob of a head that pointed skyward.

"Behold, the magnificent manhood of our Lord…!" Lakshmi said in a voice full of awe and worship. "The long, thick, and powerful white CAWK-Oh!" Lakshmi actually moaned before making a small slurping noise to keep herself from drooling.

"Truly the greatest example of the Colonizer's superiority to our pathetic people." As she spoke the insane words, her voice became breathless with her passion. "But even among them, there is none who compare to the breathtaking glory of our Lord…"

"Laying it on a bit thick my Dear?" The reclining Brigadier General asked with a suppressed laugh.

"What?" Lakshmi blinked, honestly perplexed. "Not at all, beloved! It is my great honor to teach these impressionable girls of my Lord's glory…" And she meant it.

"This…" The taller girl finally spoke, trying to ignore the things her aunt said. "We-We shouldn't be…!" Divya started to whimper out.

"Shush! You will not whine in front of our Master, Divya. You WILL remember my instructions." The older girl shook but nodded weakly. Lakshmi looked at Aadhya, the tiny girl's eyes were almost too big for her face now, she had her fingers laced together under her chin, her soft lips in a tiny oh. Her shoulders weren't just shaking but lifting up and down with rapid deep breaths.

"Calm yourself, Aadhya, there is nothing to fear." The little girl blinked, her gaze turning to the older woman who smiled at her. "Slooow your breathing." Aadhya obeyed. "Relax… and don't you want to-touch it?"

At the question, the little girl seemed to freeze up for a moment. It was like a bizarre reversal of her early request regarding her aunt's belly. It was any guess if the child even realized it though. Up to that point she hadn't had any such thought, but now…? Well, she was very curious by nature.

Aadhya nodded.

"Good girl. Go ahead. You too Divya… There's more than enough." The woman let out a rich sultry laugh, and her master echoed with a dark chuckle. The older cousin froze at the sound, but the smaller didn't.

Aadhya touched it first, her small fingers tapping, then pressing against the pale white pole with clear contrast in their skin tones. It was the first one she'd ever touched, and she did it before her older cousin. A surge of pride ran through her that put a small smile on her cherubic face.

'I think she… might be like me.' Lakshmi thought in that moment, and if she wasn't, she'd train her to be as close as possible.

Divya was slower, but one glance from her aunt told her this wasn't optional. With her heart hammering, she reached up and grabbed the colonizer's cock. It was big, and surprisingly warm to the touch. Her skin tone was darker than her cousin's, so the contrast was even sharper. It hammered home like nothing else just how very alien this man was to everything she'd known… She realized she could feel a throbbing sensation, and knew instantly she was actually sensing this white monster's heart beat.

James pushed up onto his elbows to watch properly as one little girl, then a slightly older one, put their hands on his penis. This… was a new taboo for the man to break. A level of debauchery he would have once thought too far. As in, just the day prior. But with Lakshmi presenting them to him like a pair of perfect little dolls… How could he say no?

Small, smooth, and oiled up, at their aunt's stern command those little brown hands slid along the white man's powerful length with ease. So thick that Aadhya has no hope of getting her fingers around it, while Divya might if she was brave enough to try and strangle the pale python. The girls grunted slightly as they worked, but it seemed their efforts were not in vain. A small groan from James inspired a gasp from the younger girl, while the older stares in a mixture of curiosity and disgust as thick precum well's up at the tip.

"When that thin milk drips from the tip, that means you're making him very excited…" Lakshmi said in a husky tone.

"Milk?" Aadhya asks, her aunt nodding.

"Yessss." Lakshmi purred. "All men are able to produce their own milk when taken care of properly. Though-" Lakshmi put a hand to her mouth as a small mocking laugh shook her. "I've never known any man to make as much as my Lord." The girls stared at the gooey fluid as it began to run down the girthy shaft.

"When he's truly enjoying himself though-" Lakshmi continued, her voice taking on an almost conspiratorial and excited tone. "A much thicker milk will be pumped out." The girls stared at the man's cockhead but Lakshi reached past them and fondled her beloved's testicles. "It's produced here, in his big, swollen, white sack... It is in fact, the seed of life." The flowery words went right over Aadhya's head, but Divya frowned for a moment before her gaze snapped to her aunt's belly.

When the young girl dragged her eyes up, she found the woman smiling at her knowingly.

"You shouldn't ever waste his milk." Lakshmi said, looking from one girl to the other. "You can use it to make it easier to rub, but we have plenty of oil… Instead, why don't one of you… lick it off. "

The two young girls stared at the drop of fluid, and at the words they each felt the fat girth throb just before the precum began to slide down the front of the white master's dick.

It was too much for Divya. She pulled her hands away, her head shaking from side to side. First slowly, then rapid shakes that had her long hair flaring up behind her. "No! A-Aunt Lakshmi, this is wro-" Before her protest could continue, Lakshmi took her hands off Jame's nuts and brought it around to the young girl's bottom.

SMACK!* The older woman's palm cracked into Divya's right butt cheek.

"Aah!" Divya cried out, and Aadhya stroking stopped.

"Oh darling, I wasn't asking." Lakshmi's hand reached out and grabbed up a thick handful of Divya's hair. She tugged hard, keeping it tight to the back of the girl's head. Divya cried out and tears welled up in her eyes. Before her makeup could become smudged from just that, Lakshmi jerked her head around, then angled her face down and shoved .

Divya was helpless before her much stronger aunt and her young face was lost from view as it was shoved into the Commandant's hairy sack. The girl tried to shout, but it was muffled into nonsense.

The girl's eyes flew wide as the musky scent of the white man became something impossible to ignore. It was the only thing she could taste after all. Tears started to gush from her eyes, less from pain or asphyxiation, than finally being completely overwhelmed by emotions at the insane situation she found herself in.

"Try- ugh. To learn this less-NOW.." Hissed Lakshmi. "You will obey." The muscles in Lakshmi's wrist were taught as she held her down.

"Bloody outstanding…" The Master of the house murmured as his favorite fuck toy shoved sweet little niece into his nuts. James looked at them both and shook his head in astonishment. Lakshmi turned at the sound of his voice, then gave him a brilliant smile… while still shoving the little girl's face into his sack. He couldn't help it, he began to laugh.

Little Aadhya was frozen, her hands still on the white shaft. She could feel the sensation of the white man's laughter through it… Which was better than Divya who felt the same but through his nuts on her face.

"I were you…" James said calmly and Aadhya looked at him with her big brown eyes. "I'd do as your aunty says." Aadyha's mouth hung open for a moment, then she blinked as her brain started working again. The tiny brown girl leaned in…

Lakshmi finally let up on the pressure. Divya came up with a gasp, half of her lipstick smudge on the white man's balls, and smudgy black tears running down her cheeks. She blinked and looked up just in time to watch her sweet baby cousin lick the nasty goo from the white monster's knob.

"Goood girl…! Hnnng!" James' groaned out the words, echoed by Lakshmi with less emphasis.

"Don't stop sweet, keep licking it." Lakshmi instructed, and Aadhya's braids bounced as she did her best to imagine the big thing was just a sweet candy…

"Don't just let the little one shame you, help her!" Lakshmi delivered another strike to Divya's other cheek, the girl only let out a small whimper and nearly jumped forward.

Suddenly James Nichol's had two little Indian's licking his knob like it was the tastiest treat in the world. The man let out another deep groan and relaxed fully onto his back.

"Good… but we need more, girls! This might be enough to satisfy a weak reed-thin Indian dick, but not our master's glorious white python." Lakshmi said in a firm voice, the two girls sharing a worried look.

"You start with tongues, now you need to use your lips. Suck it! NOW!" Another strike to Divya's bottom, back to her right cheek, and the girl gave a strangled yelp and latched onto the side of the big white man's shaft with her lips. Aadhya went a step farther, she got her knees up on the side of his bed to raise herself up and looped her lips around the tip.

"Yesss! Look'at 'er go!" James said before laughing again. Aadhya, barely prompted, but adapting quickly, began to suck on his fat cock and swirl her tongue around it.

"Very fine work, Aadhya! Hmmm, you could stand to learn a thing Divya…" The older girl was shaking, trying to blink away more emotional tears while next to her the smaller girl got to work.

Suck!SSsslurp!* Aadhya sucked wetly on the big meat stick, one hand gripping half way down his shaft while the other stroked the space between it and her lips that just barely made it past the tip.

"Yesss…" Lakshmi breathed out. "See?! That is the kind of treatment the master expects AND deserves! For Indian women like us, using our mouths to please white meat should be second nature…" She said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It made no sense, but Aadhya seemed intent on proving her right.

Ssslurp-Suck-pop!* The tiny girl pulled off the white rod and gasped in air, blinking rapidly. In front of her the head of white man's pink shaded organ was now smeared blue from her fairly ruined lipstick. "Wow…" The little girl said, smiling despite the insanity of the situation, then she looked at her cousin.

"It-It's ok Divya, you can do it!" The little girl encouraged, pushing the stiff rod to lean towards the older girl. Divya looked at her in surprise, then nodded. The girl brushed several strands of hair back, sucked in a breath like she was going under, then opened up and took the tip in.

"Mmmmnng!" The older girl sounded off loudly. She'd never opened her mouth so wide, and there was a very strange salty taste on this thing that made her feel very strange.

"Yay! That's it Divvy, you're doing it!" Aadhya clapped her hands together. Nodding rapidly and cheering the older girl on as if she'd truly accomplished something and not just given in to their insane aunt's obscene demands.

"Need to learn to breathe through your nose…" Lakshmi murmured judgmentally. "The both of you." Aadhya looked away, just a bit embarrassed. But Divya seemed to just flared her nostrils as she sucked in oxygen.

James watched the little girl's braids bob wildly as she cheered on her cousin as the older girl struggled to suck a fat white cock. It was quite simply the most surreal experience of the man's life, including that two month stint in a hookah bar.

The older girl moved her head around but…

"Use your tongue girl!" James ordered, somehow bored of a blowjob. "The little one actually worked for it…" He let out annoyed huff while Divya looked at him in wide eyed confusion. She tried to use her tongue, but seemed almost clueless.

Aadhya tried to give advice, but it was mostly nonsense like, "Just run your tongue over his thingy, and the smooth part on the side. Try to get the juice out, Divvy!" But both girls froze up as they sensed oncoming doom.

Lakshmi took the pleasing of her white master seriously. She had never heard him displeased with her efforts. This little twat , was making her look bad.

"Darling Divya…" Lakshmi's voice was colder than ice. "If you can't suck properly, then you will learn to use your throat. " Divya didn't know what that meant exactly, but she suddenly felt very afraid.

Lakshmi's hand came down on top of the little girl's head. Her long painted nails dug in, but before the little girl could think about that, a pressure began to grow under her auntie's palm. Lakshmi pushed down, and with a growl, shoved the nine year old brown girl's face down onto the white lord's cock. Tears exploded from her eyes, and she tried her best to push off. Lakshmi didn't abate for a moment. Instead, she continued to instruct.

"Let it in deeper, Divya. You're going to inhale our master's delicious-hnng… White! Cock! Like… a good little whore! You-ugh! Are going to learn… to love it!" The woman was relentless as she shoved the nine year old down, jamming her master's meat into the little girl's throat.

"Er, hold on now…" James murmured while pushing himself back up. Most wouldn't believe it, but he was actually feeling some sympathy for the little wretch being forced onto his dick. He was also concerned she would bite down if push came to shove, and Lakshmi was doing quite a bit of both. Before his words could register though, Lakshmi succeeded, and the barrier that was Divya's throat gave way.

The little girl's eyes bulged in their sockets as she was rudely shoved down and James actually watched her skinny little neck bulge as his god be damned dick barged into it.

"See?! Not that difficult now? All Indian women have a natural talent for sucking white meat!" Lakshmi crowed, then she pulled. Divya came off with something like a small explosion of gasping sucking wetness. Tears streamed down her eyes, and thick rivulets of drool gushed from her lips. Of which only a bit of the pink lipstain remained, the rest of it wrapped around his dick, well past the blue from her cousin.

"Wow!" Aadhya cried out. "You took it so deep, Divvy!" The smaller girl seemed completely unphased by her aunt's brutality.

Divya didn't care. Her throat hurt, her eyes were red, and she couldn't get the taste of this nasty thing and that gooey 'thin milk' out of her mouth…

"Got your wind back, darling?" Lakshmi asked, and Divya realized she was still gripping her by the hair. "Good!"

"Aaahn-mnnngghh-GLUCK!!" Back down she went, shoved onto the white man's fat cock, harder and deeper than ever. Her aunt grunted, straining her arms, and used the little girl's mouth like a pocket pussy.

"Nnngaah, bloody fuck, La-La-Lakshmi-! Mmmng!" James groaned out as the tight little throat was pushed down onto him, again and again. Finally he had to put a fist before his face and bite a knuckle at the sensation mixed with the absurd reality of a woman using her preadolescent niece to milk his manhood.

"Ooh, ooh!" Aadhya was bouncing in place, wide eyed and fearful as she watched her cousin's eyes lose focus and her hands stop any attempt to fight at all. "C-Can I help?!" she begged her aunty, wanting to do something to aid her distressed relative.

"Hmmm?" Lakshmi grunted the curious sound, not stopping her work. "I suppose… You can be a… a dear… and apply your tongue to-hhnng, his testicles…?" Lakshmi had a nasty grin on her face as she said it. Little Aadhya blinked, the seven year old trying to process the words while looking at her aunt, her cousin, then the wrinkled hairy sacks under his dick.

"Uh… ok!" Then she nodded to herself, and dove in. Such a passionate young thing.

"Ack! Oh FUCK!" James cried out as one little brown girl had her throat brutalized by his cock and the other eagerly began snuffling, sucking, and licking at his sack! Aadhya got her way, because it was truly more than her or perhaps any other man could stand.

James bit his lip, slammed a fist onto the mattress, and bucked his hips. The tip of his cock was shoved just a bit farther into Divya's throat, her mouth gushed with excess drool as her body tried to clear the blockage. His balls tightened up, one testicle almost fully inside Aadhya's mouth and getting a curious "Mmm?!" From the little girl. Then James came.

Massive spurts of salty, gooey, 'thick milk' gushed into Divya's throat, and into her belly. Realizing what was happening almost as fast as James did, Lakshmi pulled the girl up. The tip of his cock came free from her throat just in time to blast her tonsils in jizm, slather her tongue, and just coat the inside of her mouth with his salty seed. It was a taste that Divya would never forget.

The girl was pulled off fully, coughing and sputtering, and took a shot of jizm right to the face… Much of which stuck, but more than a little bounced back and ran onto the man's cock towards the cute little girl working his balls. Aadhya squealed and pulled away as the hot sticky nut sauce coated the side of her face.

"Eww! What is that?!" The little girl demanded while James grunted, twitched, and emptied his load. Little Divya's face was coated in a thick layer before his load finished.

"That… is the 'thick milk' of a pleased Lord… Notice just how much? A pathetic Indian cock puts out barely a squirt." The woman held up a thumb and forefinger with almost no space between them, a look of disgust on her face. After a moment though, the disgust turned into a please smile and she congratulated the girls.

"You two did very well, you show some talent for pleasing white men…" As she spoke, the crazed coolie intermittently rubbed then patted Divya's back while the girl shuddered and coughed up spit and jizz.

"Oh…" Divya said, blinking at the sight of her proud beaming little cousin, then to the white man.

"Craziest… damn… Bird. Love'er tah death, but damned crazy…" James' was grunting quietly to himself as he got his heart rate under control.

"And it is quite tasty…" Lakshmi used a finger to wipe some of the excess seed off her niece and sucked it clean. Little Aadhya frowned, then used her thumb to wipe some of the smudge off her face and into her mouth. The little girl licked her own finger clean, blinked in surprise, then let out a wordless.

"Mmm!" Oh yes, she was very much like her aunt…

Lakshmi wasn't finished, not by a mile. She made sure Divya was awake and spoke at length on pleasing a white man's cock. Going over the parts of the penis, the ways to use your mouth, and never your teeth. How to cradle the balls, or to play with them using your tongue. Then how a skilled giver of fellation would be able to relax the muscles of her neck and inhale even a fat throbbing white organ like James.

Altogether it was curious she hadn't gone over the little lesson before almost suffocating her niece with man meat. But James wasn't going to question her methods. He was rather enjoying them… Not even half way through it, he grew hard once more, and she made sure to explain how impressive that was, especially compared to her pathetic (deceased, though she didn't let the girls know that) husband.

There was a need for a practical demonstration, not by Lakshmi. No, it was Divya's turn. The little girl was shoved down almost as brutally as her older cousin. Her throat opened up much faster, though whether that was due to her being younger and weaker, or actively relaxing it, who could say? The Commander was impressed, Lakshmi less so. She didn't let up till the little girl's throat bulged just like her sisters, and tears streamed down her face…

"Ah-Aunty, stop! She's-!" *SLAP!* Lakshmi backhanded her older niece for interfering, but did in fact let little Aadhya up. She came free with a loud wet gagging noise, spitting up throat slime, but not vomiting. In fact, she quickly blinked away her tears, and looked up to Lakshmi.

"D-Did I do good, Aunty?" Lakshmi sniffed in mild disdain before admitting that the little cock sucker was acceptable.

Then the insane woman explained that the true way to service White Men was not with mouth but the places between their legs .

Both young girls were wide eyed at that. Looking even more so than average thanks to ruined makeup and semi bloodshot sclera. The nine year old in particular was looking at the man's member with a newfound fear as she realized what was to be asked of her. But to her absolute surprise…

"Can I try it first?" Little Aadhya volunteered to be the first of them to lose her virginity. The request filled her aunt with pride and scared her older cousin frozen.

"I do like your spunk…" James said with a rumbling laugh and a wide grin that had the little indian blushing.

James put little Aadhya on her back, her aunty helped pull her legs back. The woman reached between them, stroking at her master's cock for a moment, then taking the excess spit, and bodily fluids, then slathering them onto little Aadhya's slit. Along with some of the oil from earlier, she was as lubed up as she could hope to be. Even Aadhya's eyes held some fear in them as the man smacked the head of his spit slick cock onto her tiny little pussy…

James knew, despite how horny he was from the little tykes instruction on throat fucking, that he should go slow. He should take it easy, she was so very little… But then Lakshmi looked at him with her sultry eyes. Running her tongue over her teeth and grinning like the devil herself.

"Fuck her, my lord… Show this little slut what Indian's whore's are for."

Goddamn it all. Slave, mistress, insanely obsessed? For all of these things that Lakshmi was to him, he couldn't refuse her. The Commandant grit his teeth, gripped Aadhya's tiny hips, grunted, and shoved the tip of his white spear into the little brown girl's untouched cunny.

Lakshmi's hand was there in a moment, closing over Aadhya's mouth and muffling her scream. James' eyes were wide, his body still with the tip of his cock inside the no longer virginal pussy. Then Lakshmi spoke again.

"Don't stop, darling. She asked for it." At her urging, he pushed in deeper.

Aadhya writhed as she was nearly impaled on white cock, her eyes rolling wildly, and her aunt's hand tight on her mouth while her nostrils flared for breath. It hurt sooo much… Then somehow it got just a bit worse.

"Ung… The fuck… I bottomed out!" James had just over half his dick inside the girl, her pussy stretched roughly around his tip. It was simply the tightest hole he'd ever taken, so tight as to honestly be uncomfortable. He looked up at Lakshmi, and she smiled.

"Well… she is only seven." Lakshmi said with a small laugh while James looked at her in surprise. "Go on dear, she'll adjust quickly…" Lakshmi moved her hand from Aadhya's mouth to stroke her cheek. "She's just like her auntie… born to please white studs."

James raised a brow, then shrugged. The man dragged his cock nearly out of the girl, she writhed, hissed, and whimpered as it felt like she was being pulled inside out. He saw red on his cock, and not just from lipstain. Then he buried his tip back inside. He didn't go that hard, or deep, but he did find a rhythm. And to his surprise, Aadhya began to adjust.

The little girl didn't scream again, but she whimpered, twitched on his dick, and began to pant. Gasping in air, letting it out with a little moan, occasionally yelping when he bottomed out against her tiny little cervix.

Small hands found his, grabbing at his wrists while he gripped her hips.

"Feeeel it, Aadhya?" Her aunt bent forward and hissed the words into her ear. "That is the might of our white masterssss… We deserve to serve them, we are lucky for the opportunity…!" She breathed out a heavy sigh, her voice turning into something crazed, like a mad zealot. "You are lucky, you will be able to serve him as only a woman can. Your tight hole just big enough to fit his magnificent white meat-! Don't you see? You were born for this…!"

Aadhya listened to her aunt with wide eyes and a slack jaw while the monster fucking her gut's pulsated and drilled into her faster, harder, deeper?"

"Hnnng… I-I am?" She asked and her aunt simply smiled at her. Aadhya focused on the man inside her.

"M-Mr… Lord? Does it… does my body feel… Good?" She struggled to get the words out, looking up at him with dazed eyes as if drunk. Her body was experiencing things it wasn't anywhere near prepared for.

"Oh… Oh little one… It feels… Hnng! Hot! And tighter than words can…-!" James' cock ground against her cervix and Aadhya whimpered and he swore he felt her pussy tighten up more.

"Hnnagh, fuck! Yes. Yes it feels very fucking good-nnngaahh!" He growled out the words, the sound coming out slurring as the act, the sensation, the insanely tight little little indian pussy on his tip pushed him over the edge. The white man bottomed out, his little toy shuddering with a whimper as he poked her cervix one more time and unleashed his seed into a baby room that was far from ready for it.

Aadhya moaned, squirmed slightly, and James swore he could see her little belly actually stretch out a bit… He pulled back a little, groaned himself, and yanked his hips back. His overly sensitive cockhead not able to handle the extreme tightness of an Indian loli's pussy. The grip was so obscene that for just a moment he could see the wet pink of her insides still clutching his dick, she was literally getting turned inside out…

Then his member came free, separated from her poor gaping little hole, and launched the last of his load across Aadhya's oil glistening chest and then across her face. The girl barely reacted, her eyes looking up sightlessly as she shuddered through the sensation of his fat member's exit and the following feeling of bizarre emptiness.

"By god… What have I done…?" James asked himself.

"Made little Aadhya a woman, my lord." Lakshmi answered without guile, still smiling.

"Divya? Clean our lord off…" The other girl had fresh tears drying on her cheeks from watching her little cousin get fucked. She was stunned by it all. But she'd also learned quite a bit. She also felt more than a little shamed by her cousin's bravery.

She looked at the man's semi limp member, swallowed in anxiety, and nodded. She knew what her aunty meant too. James raised a brow, then watched the little girl who'd had the more difficult time, lift up his cockhead and began to lick it clean.

"Surely… there is a place in hell for me." He looked up at Lakshmi, the woman was tittering at his words and he grinned. "For the both of us…" Lakshmi just shrugged, loving the white man like a god, but caring little for the thing his own people worshiped.

Divya was as fast as she could be, as attentive as was possible to be, and swallowed every drop quickly. Mostly in the hopes of not tasting it… it didn't work at all. She'd learned enough now to know that what she was doing wasn't just to clean off the man, it also would get him excited again. Part of her wanted to fight this… but she knew her aunty wouldn't let her. So she bit the bullet, and took the semi erect cock head into her mouth.

Small brown hands clutched at James' hips and Divya pulled and pushed herself as best she could.

GLUCK!* The little girl took the white man's cock into her throat. *SHLUCK!* She came off it, gasped for air while a line of spit connected her lower lip to the downward tilted tip. *SHLUNK!* She took it back in, over her tongue, past her tonsils, into her throat.

GLUCK… GLUCK…! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!GLUCK!* James stared down in something like wonder as the nine year old forced herself to gag on his meat, over and over. He was tempted to grab her hair and do it himself as Lakshmi had, but it was just so damn satisfying to watch her work so hard for his pleasure. Not to mention… it was feeling pretty damn good.

He let out a groan, and a thick spurt of salty pre gushed right into Divya's throat. The girl pulled quickly, gasping and coughing as the salty flavor washed over there tongue. Rather than throw up or spit, she licked her lips, and swallowed with a grimace. Then she sucked in air and looked up at the white man who returned the gaze with a smirk and a raised brow.

"I… I think I'm ready to." She looked at her aunt, then back to the man but couldn't keep eye contact. Instead she stared at the throbbing monster that had spent far too much time in her mouth. "To please you properly…" She said in a very small voice.

James' hand landed on her head, and he gave it a small pat. "Good girl." Despite it all, and the things this man had done, Divya's cheeks burned and a shiver of confused excitement ran down her spine.

She moved to lay down, but James surprised her. Picking the girl up, easily manhandling her, he turned her over, onto her hands and knees. "Well try it this way…" The man said, is cock coming down on her bottom and filling the girl with anxiety. James dragged his meat down through the valley of her cheeks, and to her pussy.

"Hmmm, a cute little asshole as well… Perhaps next time?" He asked, more towards Lakshmi than the girl. The woman tittered again, almost reminding her lord that such things were entirely up to him. But he was more focused on Divya's pussy, so she let it go.

James used his tip to smear fluids, then used his fingers. He rubbed at her little cunny, a bit more roughly than might be necessary and even managed to shove the tip of a finger inside. Divya gasped, but didn't pull away. For a moment she'd thought it had begun, but realizing it was only a finger… Oh, but this would be terrible.

Her aunt Lakshmi moved closer to her, leaning in. "Just relax, little one. If Aadhya could handle it…" Divya nodded.

"I… I will take it…!" The little girl said bravely.

Lakshmi almost laughed at that. But of course she would… She didn't have a choice but to endure that big pale python. The older woman kept that to herself for the moment, best to not make it even harder for the poor thing.

James' tip pushed against her entrance. One hand steadying it, and the other grabbed at her hip with a massive powerful hand. He meant to hold her steady, but almost immediately ended up pulling more than he realized. His hips pushed as well, and between them, Divya's virginity was a forlorn hope.

The lass's pussy popped and the white man's dick speared her.

"Hnnngggeee!" Not waiting for her aunt, Divya shoved a hand over her mouth. She refused to open her mouth, but the scream still came out as a loud moaning hiss while her eyes bulged in their sockets.

"Ffffuck it all…" James moaned from behind her, gripping her hip with both of his hands now. "Just as tight as… Ung!" The man's monster pushed ever deeper, not horribly fast, but not stopping for anything.

The act forced all the breath out of Divya's lungs. The girl felt light headed while her mouth hung open, drool leaking freely. She squirmed, and tried to pull away… James didn't even notice, his powerful hands leaving her helpless as he ground inch after inch of his meat into her. He didn't stop, it almost felt like he couldn't.

"God in Heaven-!" The white man gasped out. "I feel like this little coolie's cunny is sucking me in!" Just saying the words caused her to tighten up even more for a moment in shame. James groaned out while Lakshmi laughed.

"Of course, darling! These girls were born to serve your needs." She bent forward towards Divya again. "The first time is always the hardest, but soon little one… Oh, you'll see." Her eyes sparkled with madness but the girl couldn't hope to respond. Especially not at that moment…

"Hnnng-aahh!!" The little bit of air Divya had managed to claw back into her lungs expressed itself as the white man's lance grinded into her cervix.

"By Jove… I've got it all in!" As Divya writhed like a pinned butterfly, James laughed aloud. He'd definitely bottomed out, and it was just a bit uncomfortable… But he'd done it, he'd gotten his entire throbbing caucasian length into this little brown lolita!

Now that he was here, savoring the view of her poor little lips stretched around his girth… it actually wasn't as tight as her cousin's… In fact, it was actually a more comfortable fit. It seemed Divya might agree, the girl had stopped wriggling around. The white man grunted, and began to slowly pull back, but before he had half his manhood out, and well before he saw any virginal blood, he was cramming himself back in.

"Aahn!" Divya cried out as his hips pumped into hers, pushing her forward easily. She'd thought he was leaving her, leaving her feeling oddly hollow and lighthead. But then he was back, and she was so full! But that was just the beginning, and as the man pulled away but kept a tight grip on her hips, she realized what he was now doing, just like little Aadhya.

James' actually fucked the young girl fairly slowly, more for him to adjust to her astonishing tightness than for her own sake. But very quickly he found his rhythm, and soon sped up till his hips weren't just meeting her, but smacking into her. Colliding with her tight little bubble butt and quickly wrangling a strangled moan from her every single time.

The repeated pussy punishment hurt, but to Divya's surprise, it was getting better… After a few thrusts from the white monster, she felt most of the pain fading away. In fact, with those strong hands holding her in place, the rest of her body went limp, and that made it even easier to just take it. This led to the biggest shock of all.

It was starting to feel… good. As that huge white thing pushed into her, it seemed to hit certain spots. Special places, that when rubbed on, made her entire body feel a little lighter, made the world seem a little nicer. She was no longer getting the wind knocked out of her, and she could breathe.

Then James pulled out of her, almost all the way! The girl took the chance to pull in a deep lungful for the first time. But then the invading Lord shifted his feet, and pushed into her from a slightly different angle… And that fat knobby cock of his seemed to hit every special spot she had.

"Aaahhhnnnn!" Divya's mouth opened up and a long moan of pure pleasure came out of her. James raised a brow. Aadhya, almost having fallen asleep, gasped in surprise. Lakshmi's lips peeled in a feral grin.

Then the white man really start to fuck his new toy.

"Aaahn! Aahn! Aahhn!" Divya found herself moaning in time to his thrusts. The good feeling, the pleasure, it was just building more and more! Suddenly she wasn't just taking it, Divya was pushing back, the little girl was meeting his thrusts in kind.

"Do you get it now?." Lakshmi purred, her face only inches from the gasping wide eyed Divya. "Yes, you get it… You under stand… and you're getting it good and hard! " Her aunt laughed in her face while the bizarre pleasure built up like a volcano inside the girl.

"Ahn!Ahn!Ahn!Ahn!AAAHHNNN!" Finally Divya screamed out in her first orgasm, moaning in a loud carrying voice.

"Hnnng-ngahahaha! Yes! You love it don't you?!" James crowed. "Little native slut, just as much of a whore-nngaaah! As your devilish aunt!" Lakshmi laughed delightedly, Divya, still moaning loudly, nodded though she barely knew what half the terms meant.

"Just have to get it… good… and hard… and deep! That-ung! That white MEAT! Nnnng…. Gahh!" James groaned out and came once more for these damned native cock slots. Bottoming out, and unloading his all into the violated pussy of a girl a third his age while members of her equally thirsty family watched on… Oh, but that made it all the better…

He groaned and emptied the dregs of his balls onto her back. Groaning, he wiped his dick off on her lower back, then let go of her. Divya fell almost entirely limp in place.

"Oh… my lord." Lakshmi looked up at him with adoration in her eyes. "That was… amazing!" She was breathing hard, obviously excited by all he'd done to her and her family.

In the corner of the room, Nithin wishes he could feel numb, but the horror was just too much. He was still ignored…

"I-I think… Divya had more fun than me." Aadhya said, sounding more than a little disappointed. Lakshmi blinked in surprise, then patted the girls back.

"Well, your cousin is older… it's only fair she can handle the Lord's…" Lakshmi bit her lip for a moment as she looked at the man's member. "Magnificence."

"But… But I wanna have fun with white c-cocks too!" She whined. Both of the adults were surprised to hear such language from the little girl, but she'd already proven herself to be a fast learner. Lakshmi felt pride surge in her heart, James grinned wickedly and tried to encourage her.

"Well, little one. I promise… I'll keep sticking it in you till you love it as much as your aunt…" He shared a look with the lusty milf, then back to the little girl. "And I'll keep doing it long after" He made the twisted promise and laughed at the absurdity. Aadhya's face took on a most hopeful expression, and he had to resist the urge to let his laughter grow into something that might come across as mocking and possibly break the little slut-in-training's heart…

"Oh!" Aadhya shouted out, a look of sudden realization on her face. "What about… What about my-" And she said a word he didn't recognize. The frowning white man looked to Lakshmi.

Usually the woman would be ready to reprimand the lack of English, but right that moment she looked like poleaxed oxen. The woman opened her mouth but didn't speak for a moment. Finally, Lakshmi blinked and met his gaze before speaking in a breathy voice.

"Little Aadhya, wants to try… anal. My lord." They just stared at each other.

"A-nuhl?" Aadhya tried out the new word.

"Using your adorable brown bottom. Your butt… letting the lord stick his beautiful white cock… up your tiny little asshole." Lakshmi stared at the little girl with something like reverence. "Oooh, Aadhya, you make your aunty so proud!" The mad milf coo'd while James fully adopted her prior stunned expression.

Of course, how could he say no though? Even after so many orgasms, between James' stamina, and his growing excitement… it didn't take very long at all for his erection to return in force.

Especially when Aunty Lakshmi finally got involved with the girls to give a more visual aid with their lessons. Both of the cousin's were long since stripped, but now Lakshmi released her heavy knocked up knockers and put them to work. An oily wet rub down that might have been relaxing but for how damn stimulating it was. Ending with her milkers wrapped around his shaft and reviving it in record time.

Aadhya watched in wonder, constantly looking down to compare her own washboard chest to her aunts and frowning. Divya awoke to see the woman shuffling her breasts from side to side around the white man's dick and was thankful that the older woman was finally taking care of him instead of them. Until Lakshmi said-

"He's almost ready for you, Aadhya!" She called it out in a sing-song manner and Aadhya nodded excitedly.

"Ok Auntie! Thank you Auntie!!"

"Such a polite little bird…" James' murmured.

"She knows her manners." Lakshmi agreed.

"Ready for what…?" Divya asked, ignoring the insane adults. But when her little cousin turned to her, a smile on her face, and explained what was going to happen next… Divya could only stare at the tiny seven year old with the cute little braids dangling behind her ears absolutely dumb struck.

"Oh." Divya finally muttered, to which Aadhya nodded and smiled. Divya had tried to be brave, to not let Aadhya take so much of the burden of their situation. It was only right since she was the elder… But at that moment she decided that there was no keeping up with Aadhya. Sweet little Aadhya who was so small and sweet and always thought of others, who spent her free time making flower crowns for everyone, was just as insane as their crazy aunt.

"He's reeeaaddyy!" Lakshmi's voice sang out.

Aadhya was nearly fearless, and her aunt was happy to help the little girl out once more. First directing her to all fours like her cousin had been, then preparing her back entrance as best she could. Up to even pushing a lubed up finger into the little girl's asshole and twisting it about diligently. Aadhya gasped, but found it altogether not that unpleasant, and so her own excitement began to grow.

"Like this?!" A little more encouragement, and the little girl reached back with a hand to spread her tight little bubble butt. Aadhya was smiling over her shoulder at James, and the view of her presenting herself so openly and so happily sent an even heavier surge of twisted excitement through the horny white man.

"Yes darling, juuust like that…" He spoke in a husky tone while slowly stroking his painfully hard erection.

"Yesss, that is how you present yourself for your white master's use…" Lakshmi murmured breathlessly, beyond excited at what she had helped bring about.

Little Aadhya's hole was so small, so tight, almost unchanged by her aunt's efforts as far as his girth was concerned. But James would not be deterred. Especially when he'd been invited in so delightfully… The man gripped his pink piston tightly, used his thumb to forcefully guide. When he heard little Aadhya gasp, he growled deep in his chest and thrust in.

"Eee-!" The girl shrieked, a quick but loud and very high pitched sound as her once untouched anus was stretched out. "Oh-Ooohh!" She blinked, trying and failing to hold back tears even as a low moan of distress tore out of her.

"Hhhnng… Oh, Mary… Mother of GAWD, but that is TIGHT little hole! Nnngahh!" With a groan that almost became a roar, James gripped the seven year old's thighs in his meaty paws and thrust in a few more inches of his dick.

"Aah-aaahhh! Oh-" Aadhya began squeaking out, her high pitched voice letting out a ramble of her native language, only the occasional English word coming through.

Divya stared in open eyed horror, Lakshmi kept half an eye on the girl to make sure she didn't interfere. James heard the shout, but didn't mind. He could almost understand why she'd make such a noise… But mostly, he didn't care. He wanted MORE.

The colonizer growled low in his throat, adjusted his grip on her tiny hips, and continued destroying her asshole. At least, that's what it felt like to Aadhya. Truth be told, the grunting gasping Englishman went surprisingly slowly. Lakshmi actively tried to encourage him, but the girl's ass was just too damn tight to rush. But it was a bit exhausting after everything else… so he decided on another tack.

James Nichol, Brigadier General, picked up the little brown girl he was butt fucking. Then he lifted her vertically till the gasping wide eyed little thing was upright with her back flush to his chest… then he lowered his hands, and let gravity do the work.

"Aaaiiee!" Aadhya screamed as her eyes crossed and that big thing she'd choked on, was shoved into her guts. She squirmed but his hands were tight on her thighs now instead, holding them up and apart even as his white monster slowly impaled her poor asshole. Pushing in till her stomach visibly bulged with the shape of his manhood inside her tiny form. Not that she noticed, but Lakshmi did, and the woman was breathing almost as hard as they were.

Finally… she stopped. Hanging there, as if she truly were impaled. But no, his hands were so strong and sure on her thighs. His thingy though, that was hot and hard and it throbbed inside her belly.

"I-I did it…" Aadhya had taken his full length into her. Just not where any of them had originally expected it to go.

After what felt like forever, but was really less than a minute, James bit his lip and began to lift Aadhya up. She remembered the sensation of emptiness from earlier, and now it came sooo much stronger. The seven year old squirmed, and grabbed at the white man's hands and strong arms. She couldn't get the words out, but he knew what she wanted…

"Want it back inside, my little toy?" James smirked as he purred the question. It took a moment for him to get his answer.

"UH… Uh huh… Pweese…?" Aadhya gave the smallest of nods as she made her request and Jame's smirk turned into a wolfish grin. But he knew he'd acquiesce.

Yet another native whore he had trouble refusing it seemed… He lowered her onto his cock, and his groan of pleasure was drowned out by Aadhya's squealing shriek of shock, pain, and her own new found pleasure.

There wasn't a lot, but that would quickly change. With every lift, every drop onto his dick. The shock wore off. The pain drifted into a low buzz. The pleasure only grew.

Soon she wasn't screaming, or even moaning. Just panting and whimpering, mouth hanging open, drool falling from the tongue that had lolled out of it. But her hands, one grabbing at his forearm, the other looping back over her shoulder to grab at his, they still held him strong as the little brown loli leaned against the white man's powerful chest and learned just what butt slut she was.

Divya couldn't believe what she was seeing, but her tiny cousin was really doing it. Something that she couldn't even imagine, but Aadhya was obviously loving it. She'd managed to outdo her older cousin in pretty much every way. Divya didn't mind though, she knew without a doubt that trying to compete with the girl was a fool's game.

With another great moaning cry, Aadhya had her first orgasm. Anal induced, and something she'd remember. Especially because as she felt it, she knew the big powerful whiteman was feeling the same.

"Hnnng-gnaaah!" His chest rumbled with his moan, the feeling of it passing right into the living cocksocket he was carrying. Next Aadhya felt the Lord's cock pulsate, throbbing inside her still so very tight hole. Finally, with a guttural groan, he dropped her all the way down onto his meat and her bulging belly was hit with a newfound warmth as he came deep inside her guts.

Lakshmi watched, blinked once, and… She wasn't sure, but for a moment it looked like little Aadhya's stomach had swelled up even more…

"Amazing…" The mad milf murmured in awe while her beloved and her youngest niece came together…

"Ahhhn…" Aadhya moaned, then gasped. Her eyes opened wide, while her mouth moved several time before any actual words were formed. "W-Wa-Wait, I'm gonna-!" Her voice rose in a high nervous shriek and a stream of piss was launched out of her spread lotus. "Aaahhh!" Aadhya shook her head wildly, letting go of James to clench her fists under her chin instead.

"I'm sowwwyyyy!!" The little girl cried out as she lost control of her bladder and emptied it out mostly onto James' bed…

"Hmmm…" The big white man rumbled, not moving her in the least. Lakshmi raised a hand to cover her mouth. It did nothing to hide the upward curve of her cheeks, to say nothing of the smile in her eyes. Divya's eyes were wide and her cheeks burned with shared sympathy for her poor cousin.

Aadhya's face was much brighter red, the slightly lighter skin tone letting it show all the brighter for the little girl. Even then she continued trying to apologize even as her stream stopped and embarrassed tears welled up in her brown eyes. Finally, she shifted awkwardly, still impaled on white cock, her loli butt full of caucasian nut, and she looked up and behind, towards James' face.

The large man looked at his bed, then looked down to the little girl. His mouth a flat line, his face unreadable. For a moment at least, then it shifted into a surprisingly warm smile for her. She felt the rumble in his chest a moment before she realized he was chuckling, laughing gently at her trouble.

"Worry not, little toy. This isn't the first time that bed's been…" His smile became sharper for a moment. "Defiled."

"Usually by my lord…" Lakshmi added in a husky tone followed by a throaty laugh of her own.

Between the two of them, Aadhya felt her sudden panic practically disintegrate. She let out one last sob, and reached up to wipe away her tears.

"Speaking of which…" James murmured, the words not making any sense to Aadhya. Before she could puzzle it out, he began to lift her up.

The tiny brown girl gasped, the air bursting from her lungs as the fat dick in her was pulled out. James' rod had softened quite a bit, but with her tight hole it made little difference. She felt it as intensely as ever and the little girl grabbed at his arms and moaned through a bitten lip. At the last moment, her eyes rolled upward and a high pitched whine came from her throat as one more small, but very enjoyable orgasm bubbled up and out of her till finally the white man's cock left her gaped out loli asshole with a burst of sticky cum.

Divya was there for her cousin, helping to take the little girl whose legs just weren't quite ready to go. Helping her down to relax on the edge of the bed.

"Don't drift off now, the lord needs us just a bit more!" Lakshmi said in an almost urgent voice. Divya frowned, but Aadhya blinked several times and tried to steady herself. Their aunt moved behind them, putting a hand on their shoulders. They looked at the women, but she was focused entirely on James

The white man stood before them, but for once he wasn't looking at them. He was staring into the middle distance over their head, taking long breaths through his mouth, then out through his nose. All the while, holding up the end of his sticky slick cock with one hand.

"Now…" He grunted out. "It's myyy turn." This time he seemed to almost groan the words. Divya realized what was going to happen a few moments before Aadhya. Her eyes grew wide, but her aunt's hand on her shoulder was firm. Aadhya realized only a moment or so behind her, looking at her panicking cousin, then her aunt. The older woman had eyes only for the white man, and a smile on her face.

Finally both girls looked at James, who with one more emphatic groan… began to piss all over them.

He started with Lakshmi, and the woman let out a sigh of relaxed exaltation. Closing her eyes, opening her mouth, and enjoying the feeling as his golden shower soaked her tits, ran over her pregnant belly, then pulled up to fire right into her mouth… for a few seconds at least. He had others to attend.

Divya, as the eldest, got the next treatment. The young girl closed her eyes tight, her mouth tighter, and a squealing whimper burst out from her as hot, sticky, smelly pee washed down her flat chest. She turned her face away but he didn't stop, soiling her long pretty hair…

Finally, for Divya, it ended. Then it was Aahdya's turn. The little girl gasped then let out a squeal. The pee was so warm on her chest! It rose up, and she closed her eyelids and felt the fluid hitting across her cheek, her forehead, and into her hair.

"Wow! Aaahahahaha!" The seven year old giggled as a grown man pissed on her face. Then, in direct imitation to her aunty, Aadhya opened her mouth. She caught the stream quite easily, it filled her cheeks, and she closed her mouth. James and Lakshmi both watched as her throat bobbed, and she opened once more with a gasp, read for more. Alas, that was it, and only a few lucky drops landed on the tiny seven year olds tongue, then it was over.

"Oooh… you two did so well!" Lakshmi bent down between the girls, kissing Vanita, then Aadhya on the cheek. The fact that they were covered in piss didn't seem to occur to the woman. Not that she was any better.

"Indeed. You've truly brought me some special treats…" The two cousins shared a look, one ware, the other smiling with excitement.

Karishma returned to the Lord's manor as soon as she was able. Being trusted with more responsibilities was useful, but she didn't really get a reward for her work… other than a good hard fucking from her master.

She hated to admit it, but it was more than enough to keep her inspired.

Waiting by the entrance, to her surprise, was her younger sister. Vanita was fully dressed, another surprise. The woman was swaying from side to side, almost dancing in place. Her blue painted lips were moving in a silent recital of nonsense music that only she could hear.

The beautiful woman wasn't all there… Mentally at least. Ever since she'd been 'broken' by the lord, she'd become almost childlike. She was also more or less freely used by anyone in the lord's house when happened to find her and had the free time to have their way with her. So often less clothing was preferred.

She had a soldier with her, the man looked slightly irritated. Most likely because he was expressly told not to fuck the mentally regressed slave. He spotted her quickly. Which was reasonable, Karishma was as lovely as her sister's. She wore traditional, but still fairly revealing clothing including a red hood over her long black hair.

"You. You're to take her, and go to the Brigadier General…" The soldier gave Vanita a light shove, the woman stumbling towards Karishma but her quiet singing never stopped and she was soon swaying to her own beat once more.

Karishma smiled sadly at her addled sister, and when she looked the soldier was well on his way away. She had her instructions. Karishma took Vanita by the hand and led the unresisting younger woman away.

The door to the bedroom opened on nearly silent hinges. Karishma entered, tugging Vanita behind her. Looking up she saw the bed was empty but quickly found her Lord sitting in a large chair. He looked relaxed, pleased, and he was naked.

Lakshmi was standing before him, wearing a scrap of nearly transparent purple cloth around her wide hips and under her belly. It was fairly outrageous, but since she was just as often completely naked around the man, this didn't bother Karishma.

James noticed them first, his brows raising up together. Not in surprise, but deep interest. As if he was expecting very good news or… a very entertaining event.

Lakshmi noticed his gaze almost immediately, and looked back to see them as well. A smile curved across Lakshmi's face… While Karishma couldn't always perfectly read James, she knew her sister almost painfully well. Lakshmi shifted to the side. Both turning to face them, and to cease obstructing their view of James Nichols. Him and… the figures kneeling before him.

A pair of small girls. Very small, very young… very naked. One had hair in small braids, the other's was long and straight though currently plastered to her head and glistening with obvious moisture.

Karishma began to shake. She squeezed Vanita's hand. Too hard. The other woman made a small plaintive noise and pulled away. Vanita wasn't a stranger to pain, but usually it came with white men using her, and some of it she even enjoyed… She didn't like it from one of her sissies.

The sound she made was heard. The girls stopped what they were doing… licking and sucking their Lord's flaccid, but sticky, dirty, white dick.

Divya looked back first, Aadhya only a moment behind her. The girls stared at their mothers.

"M-M-Mama…?" Divya murmured, tears welling up quickly in her eyes.

"Mommy!" Aadhya squealed in joy, the tiny girl getting to her feet and running at Vanita.

Something in that shout, it actually reached the woman. Vanita's eyes focused for the first time in a long time, and she saw her. Vanita's mouth fell open, then her legs nearly fell out from under her. She dropped to her knees, raising her hands… and then Aadhya was there, embracing her while the women slowly wrapped her arms around her.

"My… My flower… My… Mine. Mmmmmmm…" Vanita hugged her daughter and seemed to humm in contentment.

"Mama! I missed you so much! Aunt Lakshmi said we could finally come live with you! But we had to be good girls, and we had to take care of the Lord! And I was super scared, but its really fun!!"

Vanita just smiled at the girl, reading up to caress her hair. Aadhya's head tilted to the side. "Mama?"

"Good girl…" Vanita said, and the little girl let out a happy squeal and hugged her again.

Karishma had started moving half way through little Aadhya's rambling, not really absorbing any of it. She moved to her daughter on unsteady legs, opening her arms to hug her and the girl did so with a sob. "Oh! Oh sweet! My love! My brilliant little bird!" Karishma hugged her tight, so happy to see her.

"Oh! But what were you-" She looked from her daughter's red eyes, wet hair, the smell on her that Karishma knew far too well. "You!" She said to James, something very close to rage in it.

"Yes?" The man had the gaul to look entertained!

"Sister…!" But it was Lakshmi's voice that froze her anger. "I summoned your daughter… then made sure she was ready to be of use to our lord. As is her place… and yours… all of us."

Lakshmi put her hand on Karishma's head, pushing back the hood she wore, and stroking her hair. "She did quite well."

Karishma had tears in her eyes as she looked silently at her insane sister, then to her daughter. Their eyes were wet, but neither was sobbing or wailing. After a moment, Karishma managed to find a small smile… for her daughter.

"Is… is that so?" She asked her daughter in a breaking voice. "Did you… do well?" She asked in a semi broken voice.

Divya's cheeks burned, but she didn't look away. Finally she nodded.

"It was hard. And… and kind of gross… But-" She looked from her mother to her aunt, then over to little Aadhya, rambling away to a blissfully smiling Vanita, then back to her mother. "I did it. I even… I even had some fun…" her lotus was sore but even now it tingled as she thought of the white man behind her bent over form.

"Oh. Oh my-my little bird!" Karishma hugged her again. "You are… just like your mother. Maybe-" A small sob broke through, and she shuddered. "Maybe you can work with mommy in the bathhouse even…"

James made a thoughtful sound at that idea, Lakshmi grinned like the devil made flesh.

Some months later…

Lakshmi grinded upon James. Her full swollen belly hung over his form, while his strong arms reached up to her. His white hands groped her chest, fingers sinking into the brown meat of her tits. As he squeezed her, what began as a small moan rose in power while multiple streams of milk sprayed from her hard nipples and the large dark areolas surrounding them.

She came fast and hard, wanting this more than anything else… In her 'delicate' state, she's forbidden from use by any other man. The pregnancy has made her master covetous it seems. The Commandant is unwilling to share her, not her pussy, or her milk.

Bending over him, her stomach presses against his while one of her engorged breasts hangs low. Her master latches on, his powerful hand giving a squeeze so hard it makes her gasp. Lakshmi's eyes roll, her pussy clenches around James' big white dick, and her milk fills his mouth.

Pulling off, the white man let out a groan and began thrusting up into Lakshmi. His powerful back and leg muscles worked to propel himself up and even caused the belly laden slut on top of him to bounce.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhh, my Looord!" Lakshmi moans out, grabbing at the headboard of the bed to steady herself even as her belly jiggles and her milky tits bounce wildly from his thrusting.

The sight of her man's exerting himself, teeth bared, eyes wide, it's almost as exciting as the way he's just ramming up into her hot wet cunt, over and over and-

Several things happened in quick succession.

Lakshmi came for what she believed was the eighth or so time since she'd mounted her beloved. James' orgasm was only moments behind her, the man's back arching as he planted his feet and lifted Lakshmi up as if trying to catapult her out of his bed. Then Lakshmi appeared to both squirt, and wet herself at once… At least, that's what the post orgasmic James decided as his hips and the bed directly below them was soaked in a gush of fluids.

Of course what had truly happened was-"

"Oh! The baby!" Lakshmi's water had broken.

Word was put out at once. A doctor sent for, along with Karishma. The younger woman had some experience being a midwife, though less than her big sister ironically. Lakshmi was still happy to see the younger woman. Not to mention she'd brought her daughter, the wide eyed Divya looking around in shock knowing that her aunt had just been having sex in this room. The smell, and the fact that she wasn't just completely naked, she had a very fresh bite mark around her right nipple…

Vanita and Aadhya arrived only a few moments later. The little girl was leading her mother by the hand, a wide smile on her face. Vanita just just looked confused but relaxed about the entire situation.

The doctor came at last, Aahdhya nearly getting underfoot while asking if her aunty was going to be ok.

The doctor was a white man who brushed off the little brown girl, barely held back a grimace at the sight of Lakshmi's full stomach, but got to work at a glare from the comandante. At least he wouldn't hurt for helpers… Vanita was useless, but the other three turned into runners to obtain any resource he needed.

The pregnancy went remarkably well, with labor lasting only a few hours.

Lakshmi, sweating, breathing hard, and still filled with quite a bit of her Master's seed, bore it with an unwavering smile. She knew what was going to happen, and that made it all worth it… Because at approximately 7:23pm a beautiful baby girl with surprisingly light was born, instantly cherished by her mother.

The Lord James Nichols is pleased.

"Remarkable…" The man spoke as he rubbed his chin and the small bristle growing there. "Though I suppose I'll not be able to enjoy your company to the fullest for… however long it takes." The white man grimaced, happy with his mistress, but already missing her sexual hunger.

Lakshmi blinked, and her gaze slowly lifted from the swaddled, sleeping form in her arms to her niece. Her smile almost mischievous.

"But my lord… You know I would never refuse you." Her shoulders shook with suppressed laughter that only grew at the surprised look the new father gave her. Before James could even question it, Lakshmi signaled to her family. She had prepared for this.

Her nieces came forward quickly, the oldest looking worried, the younger giggling. They helped her shift in the bed, Divya even taking the newborn for a moment while Lakshmi flipped over, lifted her lower half for Aadhya to shove several pillows in. As she relaxed into the new position, the newborn began to fuss. Lakshmi got out one of her nipples and Divya carefully helped her position the babe to latch on while Lakshmi presented her plump bottom for their lord.

"Please my lord..." The postpartum woman said over her shoulder. "Make use of my…" She then spared a look for her youngest niece and said a certain word in her native language. Aadhya looked away blushing furiously, and James blinked as he remembered where he'd heard that before.

Then the white man got his member out with a broad smile on his face, placed himself behind his fanatical mistress, and thrust himself into her sexy brown ass.

Lakshmi's eyes rolled back and she moaned while a full body shudder took her. James' thrust in to the hilt, his strong hips smacking into her pillowy bottom with a meaty smack. The movement barely reached the infant who continued to suckle while its mother was gleefully buttfucked in front of her entire family.

James Nichol's marveled yet again at these natives, truly a strange and wonderful sort. At least the ones who belonged to him.