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For the Love of a Slave

Short story By: Rati

When William saw the new slave in their home from Punjab, he fell for her like a ton of bricks....

Submitted:Feb 26, 2013    Reads: 4,545    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

(Diary of a Punjab Slave story)

This 19th day of January, 1870;

In the house where I was owned and was to live I was tasked and given the duty of attending to dishes and dusters and cooking for the Prabhu.

The young Prabhu used to come and sit in the corner of the kitchen that I put not a thing saying not a word to me but feasting his eyes on me when I cooked, washed dishes and moved around the kitchen in bare feet.

But me never looked him in the face though I secretly looked at him when I was further away, abashed he was looking at me; and when he decided to break his vow of silence or asked me something I answered in indistinct words and unfinished sentences, but delighted to be in his company. He was that good to me I started longing he come from morning and stay at his silent corner through the before and after of the noon to evening.

William showed so much kindness to me and as though he had made a discovery of that which ranked as my delight used to come often and walk with me to the gardens and fields. If not for some unbeknownst reason I thought of him in the ways I had been taught of the Kama Sutra, but I was Dalit and he was not of supposition to touch me or feel for me in courtship or any congress, this I was warned Harijan do not possess the pleasure.

Then one day he came to the stable where I rested and informed me of his reason of being that good to me not like his father and others. He made confession of his feeling existing for me and was of wishing to court me.

"In what manner thou intents to accomplish that while I am a Daas and Dalit?"

It was of great surprise to hearing of his profession and wishing, but I was Harijan even though I was of the same wishing and dreaming.

He then started coming every night when others were sleeping and could not hear of his night undertakings.

Me who was well versed with the teachings Vatsayayana was of knowing of what to be done. When this day he came and touched me in embracing and kissing, my whole body ached with desiring for congress. My yoni cried rivers of pleasure wanting and my bud nodded in agreement, opening the lips of my yoni to look for lingam.

Daas I was evaded me and brought forgetting I was desiring my Prabhu. Reaching for him I untied his white man's clothes. The head of his lingam touched my hand just for a moment and my whole body melted.

His big lingam twitched faster and harder in my hand and I who was from Punjab knew the art of Auparishtaka well. I bend unto his loins and extracted the length of his lingam in my hand and guided it to my mouth. That which was dictated by Vatsayayana in the Kama Sutra of the congress of the mouth I did and William was happy. In his blue eyes of the white men was the willing for congress.

I knew I was Mrigi (Deer Woman) and I lay on my back, raised my hips and thighs and opened my legs as much as they could open then touched and opened the lips of my hungry yoni and told William to enter me even if just for an instance.

William's phallus filled my yoni completely, leaving no space unoccupied. I felt each and every minor movement his lingam made inside me, feeling every aperture and faucet of my womanhood being torn asunder and tickled all at the same time.

My legs rested on his shoulders with his lingam moving in and out slowly. I pulled them to my chest and crossed them opening the hole with the lingam more and William plunging deeper like he was getting into my stomach.

I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him to me, willing for him to stay there a thousand years like Kama and Sutra have been making love. At that instance his thrusting provoked my Kundalin Shakti.

This very night we engaged in congress till the rays of dawning speared the sky and birds were singing sweetened songs in melodies and tunes only them understood when William sneaked out and went to his house.

That morning he did not come to his silent corner in the kitchen. I felt so lone and missing his company not because I wanted him to watch me but because the memory of yester night made my trembling yoni dance like a dervish.

When I was ready to serve them with the meal to break their fast I heard a heating quarrel in the main house and I stopped and listened. It was William and his father, my Prabhu.

"You think I don't know about you and that slave bitch?"

"Don't call her that. She deserves respect, dad."

"Says who? She's just a slave."

"Yes, and I want to buy her. Sell her to me. I'll pay anything…"

"And what are you buying her for? The work or the pussy?"

There was a commotion at that sudden moment. When I peered I saw the prabhu on the floor using his hands on the face as shield. I realized what had happened - William had boxed his father.

That day in the evening a new buyer bought me and was handed me as his property.

Copyright © Rati, 2013. All Rights Reserved.


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