The Maharaja's Delight (closed to Virgininneed)

[Locastor]

Markandeya Jagdish Mahanagalingam Chola was vexed. The reason, undoubtedly, could have been any of the myriad vexatious happenings of this woefully ill-fated day. Our young Maharaja was awoken this morning not by the gentle sucking of soft lips around his proud royal member, but the hideous screeching and yowling that accompanied a typical spat between Mayura, his prize peacock, and Karvara, his prize Bengal tiger. Maharaja Markandeya contemplated, for not the first time in his young life, whether he would instead prefer a splendid new peacock-tail punkha and a magnificent new tigerskin rug to fan and carpet the banquet hall with, but he relented just shy of the point of calling for the huntsman.

Struggling out of the immense mahogany hulk that was the Royal Bed of the Maharaja of Thanjavur, Markandeya grimaced his way past the tardy concubine, who collapsed grovelling to her belly, past his impeccably uniformed guards, down the unending flights of stairs, and into the kitchen. To meet, aggravatingly, with the absence of the deer he had shot only yesterday, and was expecting to put to use to break his fast. Gentle enquiries and even subtler threats of flogging and castration revealed that the hind had been devoured wholesale by Karvara as it stalked the halls of the palace last night.

Deciding, belatedly, that continuing his fast would be both virtuous and inevitable, the idiot chef's profferings of roast guinea fowl and fresh-baked roti and pomegranate juice to the contrary, the king of the Blackstone fort fell deeper into his melancholy as he completed his ablutions and entered his courtroom. His young brow furrowed deeper than a buffalo-ploughed row, and his lean physique shuddered almost imperceptibly as he saw the kingly duty which awaited him. The opening dispute was between two sprightly wives of the castle town over a shared mango tree, neither of whom could possibly have been below the age of eighty-four. As their shrill verbal combat began, Markandeya pondered what vile karma he had inflicted on a saint in a previous life to be so cursed in this one.

 

[Virgininneed]

Anna screamed as she was pulled out from her cabin by a large pirate, holding her by her waist and hair. She continued kicking and struggling until she was tied up and taken to the other ship. Trembling and watching, she saw the other women being dragged over as well. The chilly wet air sent shivers through her small body.

What Anna didn't know was this pirate ship did not capture the women for ransom, but to put them into slavery in another land, far away from her home in England. And as she sat in her corner, the slavers inspected their new captives, tearing off their clothing, checking for marks that might lower their value.

Her captor approached silently, tearing open her dress, holding her neck to keep her still. As his hands went lower, she shut her legs, prompting him to slap her. She cried quietly as he found the evidence of her virginity, smiling, happy with his discovery.

The journey was long, and she was closely guarded. She was the youngest on the ship, and the only virgin. The rest were already married and were mainly in their forties or fifties. Therefore, Anna was considered the most valuable. Her blonde hair and green eyes would seem exotic where she was going.

After a slave auction, a servant brought her to a palace. Now she was dressed in see-through clothing, covering very little. She was brought to the harem, where the servant waited, hoping for the approval of his master

 

[Locastor]

"Kala, young prince, is a very interesting word. Literally, it means "time". Personified, Kala is a God of Destruction, due to the terrible power of erosion which Time possesses when it flows unabated. This leads to the second meaning of the word, "darkness", for a void of unending and infinite darkness inevitably arises as all of creation is dissolved in the flow of Time."

Maharaja Markandeya considered the old pundit's words as the flow of Kala exerted a corrosive effect upon his own sanity and mental well-being. After the two harridans and their joint custody of the mango tree had come a man who had buried jewels in a saint's hut when he left on pilgrimage, and, astoundingly, not been successful in unburying them upon his return a year later. After a further plethora of similar cases, the Maharaja was in complete intellectual accord with his old preceptor vis-a-vis the deleterious effects of the unchecked passage of time.

Deciding that it would be best for the health of the nation should their Great King not suffer a banality-induced cerebral rupture, Markandeya solved the current riddle of the neighbouring state's ambassador asking for a "potful of wisdom" by ordering the man to be beheaded and the remains to be returned to his rival Sultan Bey encased in the most superlative earthenware available in the country. Detecting this barely perceptible shift in the King's tolerance for nonsense, the remaining petitioners dispersed from the throneroom with a quiet murmur.

At the age of twenty-three, Markandeya, like most vigorous young Rajahs, sought solace from the day's perturbing difficulties in the most soothing and tranquil of places in the Palace: his seraglio. Entering the pink marble of the entranceway, Markandeya paused a moment to take stock of the new stock. One girl, honey-haired and emerald-eyed, seemed severely out of place next to the bevy of dusky Tamils, cream-coloured Gujaratis, blushing Punjabis and slender Keralites. He knew all of those languages, and many of the European ones from whence she likely originated beside, but it always suited him better to put a new girl slightly off-balance.

<And what is your name, lovely one?> the Maharaja asked the blonde in a very classical Sanksrit.

 

[Virgininneed]

Anna sat alone, unable to communicate with anyone around her. She'd tried to talk to the other girls, but they only were annoyed by her lack of knowledge about their languages. So she was stuck by herself, frightened and unsure what was going to happen to her.

She was shorter than many of the other girls, and her skin pale like a white flower in the moonlight. Her eyes went to the entrance as she heard someone, a young man coming in. He was very attractive and nicely dressed. He carried himself like royalty, proud and bold.

As he approached her, she pulled her knees towards her, trembling slightly as her bright green eyes met his dark brown ones. He was speaking to her, but she didn't understand what he was saying. "Please let me go home. Please!" She said quietly, a few tears falling down her cheeks.

She hadnt seen a kind face for months, all looking at her with lust or only considering her value and the profit they could make. She'd been treated fairly roughly, although better than some of the others. There were some bruises on her arms from her captors having to restrain her, which was very often. She didn't go quietly at the slave auction, kicking and crying.

They had to tie ropes around her wrists and feet, which still had not been removed. She was not fully broken, but it was clear her captors had tried. Her face was left untouched, but there were marks around her neck from where fingers had been. Nothing permanent, but she was scared.

 

[Locastor]

"Ahh, English" said the King, with hardly a soupçon of accent.

<Untie this one> he directed the burly eunuch by the archway, <I wish to converse intimately with her>.

<At once, Soul of Divinity> squeaked the unmanned harem guard, as he quickly and efficiently undid the binding knots of hemp about the girl's joints. Markandeya gently took her by the hand and brought her to a perfumed couch behind a muslin curtain at the side of the room. Extending himself into a lengthy recline, he patted for her to sit at the other end of the cushion.

"Now," began the king, "I must first disabuse you of this notion of returning from whence you came. As chattel of the Royal Palace of Thanjavur, that is now a simple impossibility for you. I advise you to bid your former life a firm farewell."

"Do not interrupt me girl," Markandeya frowned at her sudden look of dismay and opened mouth "or I shall have your tongue plucked out and fed to cobras."

"You have two options available to you. Luxuriate in the choice, for it is a rarity in the life of a slave. As a young and nubile creature, do not blush, I am simply stating facts, you are to be put to the severest of sexual uses here."

"There is the traditional route, which will first call for some extensive depilation as you white women are so lushly endowed with pubic hair, followed by extensive fuckery by the harem girl-breakers, thrashings, and deprivation of sleep and food. This will result in an excellent attitude and comportment on your part, as the Mistress here is a thorough and meticulous professional."

"And there is also the option of immediately coming to my bedchamber as my plaything, where I shall undertake your training myself."

<I trust the Mistress has no objections here?>, said Markandeya to the veiled lady with the lowered gaze.

<That would be impossible, O King> correctly replied Zarina of the Harem. Nodding with approval, the Maharajah continued talking to the ever-paler blonde girl.

"You have until I finish this repast to decide," accompanied a click of his fingers for a bowl of peeled cherries, "and you may ask me any questions you choose to aid you in making the decision. I suppose you had best tell me what heathen name you carry as well, for ease of conversation. You will of course address me as 'Maharaj', or simply 'King' should the former prove too challenging."

 

[Virgininneed]

"Ahh, English" said the King, with hardly a soupçon of accent. Anna watched as he spoke to a eunuch nearby in his own language, and she pulled away as he approached her, unsure what he was going to do. To her surprise, he released her, and she began to rub her wrists

Anna stood, trembling as he took her hand, leading her behind a curtain away from the rest before sitting close to him. She wiped her eyes, blushing a little, aware of how revealing her clothing was.

"Now," began the king, "I must first disabuse you of this notion of returning from whence you came. As chattel of the Royal Palace of Thanjavur, that is now a simple impossibility for you. I advise you to bid your former life a firm farewell."

Anna opened her mouth, but was stopped by him, and she immediately shut it.

"Do not interrupt me girl, or I shall have your tongue plucked out and fed to cobras."

"You have two options available to you. Luxuriate in the choice, for it is a rarity in the life of a slave. As a young and nubile creature, do not blush, I am simply stating facts, you are to be put to the severest of sexual uses here."

She shook her head, crying, shocked by his bluntness. "Please no," she said quietly, trying to think of a way to make him change his mind.

"There is the traditional route, which will first call for some extensive depilation as you white women are so lushly endowed with pubic hair, followed by extensive fuckery by the harem girl-breakers, thrashings, and deprivation of sleep and food. This will result in an excellent attitude and comportment on your part, as the Mistress here is a thorough and meticulous professional."

Her eyes widened, filled with fear. She looked at the mistress, who didn't seem to have any objections. Had all of these girls gone through that? How many had been forced into this against their will? And he said breakers plural. She would be raped by several men?

"And there is also the option of immediately coming to my bedchamber as my plaything, where I shall undertake your training myself."

Anna cried quietly, unsure what to say. Not fight and lose her virginity to one, or show some dignity and be raped by several men. Her body was trembling beside her new owner, tears flowing freely.

"You have until I finish this repast to decide," accompanied a click of his fingers for a bowl of peeled cherries, "and you may ask me any questions you choose to aid you in making the decision. I suppose you had best tell me what heathen name you carry as well, for ease of conversation. You will of course address me as 'Maharaj', or simply 'King' should the former prove too challenging."

Anna watched him, his demeanor calm, while her entire world crumbled around her, everything she knew gone. "I... I want to be trained by you... And, my name is Anna," she said, speaking softly, her voice shaky, her eyes glued to the floor. "I... I'm a virgin. I've never..." She blushed, shutting her eyes.

 

[Locastor]

"Splendid! Now, as my plaything, here are the absolute barest essentials of protocol. You will address me always as I have mentioned previously. I can see that you have already failed in this duty, for which I will punish you appropriately afterward. You will always address yourself as "Your slave" or "This unworthy harlot". I will allow you the liberty of substituting other words in place of "harlot". You will always place my own pleasure and comfort as your foremost concerns, but this is an aspect of your training which I will expect to take time. It may be several months before you are perfectly able to anticipate my own desires, and quench them before I have any notion that they have arisen."

"Anna is the name of the golden wheat, which seems apt, given the hue of your coiffure. In a break with tradition, I will allow you to keep that name. You may kiss the soles of my royal feet to thank me for this kindness", responded Markandeya with great magnanimity. He continued on apace, one bare foot proffered aloft.

"You are of course a virgin, Anna. I would have my purchaser for the harem beheaded if he made so gross an error as to purchase a previously-used female. Have no fear, though, I shall amend that malady tonight" continued the King, enjoying the shudder which passed through the purchaser at his casual mention.

"For now, you may feed me with your bare hands from the newly arrived cherry bowl. Have you any other questions?"

 

[Virgininneed]

By the look on Anna's face, it was easy to see she didn't like what he had told her so far. She couldn't even say "I" now. Small things were being taken away from her, but it represented everything she was losing. She couldn't stop crying, but she stayed quiet, knowing that angering him was a bad idea.

"Anna is the name of the golden wheat, which seems apt, given the hue of your coiffure. In a break with tradition, I will allow you to keep that name. You may kiss the soles of my royal feet to thank me for this kindness."

Kindness. That's what he called it. It infuriated her how narcisstic he was. But she couldn't fight him. Closing her eyes, she bent down, kissing his feet, before sitting up, avoiding his eyes.

"You are of course a virgin, Anna. I would have my purchaser for the harem beheaded if he made so gross an error as to purchase a previously-used female. Have no fear, though, I shall amend that malady tonight."

"Tonight?" She said trembling, still nervous about losing her virginity.

"For now, you may feed me with your bare hands from the newly arrived cherry bowl. Have you any other questions?"

"No," she said quietly, slowly picking up a cherry and putting it into his mouth. She fed him, her touch gentle and soft, her hands shaky. She glanced outside, the sky growing darker, minutes feeling like hours to her. She reached into the bowl, only to realize there were none left.

 

[Locastor]

The Maharaja beckoned to Anna, holding up a silken napkin and pointing very clearly at the completely unstained skin of his lips and chin. Waiting patiently till she begain delicately daubing at his face, he issued a further set of instructions.

"Now, as far as punishment goes, by my count you are due at least three for brazen insolence, the crime of not addressing the God-appointed King of Thanjavur by his serene and gracious title. In future, should any of your harlot addresses not feature a clear "Maharaj", this punishment will increase" intoned the Chola king in his most theatrical of declamatory tones.

"I retire now to the royal bedchamber. You, Anna, newest of my concubines, will venture to the palace kitchens and procure both dried and fresh chillies, green and red, garlic, and ginger and powdered garam masala, along with a small dingcik and a pewter pitcher of iced water along with matching tumblers."

Markandeya tilted his chin upward to give Anna ease of access to yet another imaginary cherryjuice stain.

"Bear all of these items up to the bedchamber upon a silver tray balanced atop your flaxen-haired head. I would beware of the guards, were I you. It is a perquisite of theirs to pinch and lightly smack any strumpet who wanders past them in the halls. Should you spill your tray, you will have to return to the kitchen to gather the ingredients afresh. If it takes more than a nadika for you to return to the bedchamber, your forfeit will be redoubled. If you understand very clearly, affirm that in a way proper to your new station in life" with these words, the Maharaja arose and regally retired to his private quarters.

 

[Virgininneed]

Taking the napkin, she gently dabbed his face, wondering how anyone could be so spoiled and proud. She couldn't stand him so far, and she was still scared of losing her virginity.

"Now, as far as punishment goes, by my count you are due at least three for brazen insolence, the crime of not addressing the God-appointed King of Thanjavur by his serene and gracious title. In future, should any of your harlot addresses not feature a clear "Maharaj", this punishment will increase"

Anna nodded, noting to always say Maharaj whenever she spoke to him. She hated being called a harlot, thinking of what the word meant. How could anyone live like this? Serving someon so arrogant and being spoken down to all of the time. Her new life felt awful.

"I retire now to the royal bedchamber. You, Anna, newest of my concubines, will venture to the palace kitchens and procure both dried and fresh chillies, green and red, garlic, and ginger and powdered garam masala, along with a small dingcik and a pewter pitcher of iced water along with matching tumblers."

Anna sighed, dabbing at the "stain" that obviously was not there. She carefully repeated his order, making sure to use his title, so that she did not mess it up. Luckily she had a good memory and would not forget anything easily.

"Bear all of these items up to the bedchamber upon a silver tray balanced atop your flaxen-haired head. I would beware of the guards, were I you. It is a perquisite of theirs to pinch and lightly smack any strumpet who wanders past them in the halls. Should you spill your tray, you will have to return to the kitchen to gather the ingredients afresh. If it takes more than a nadika for you to return to the bedchamber, your forfeit will be redoubled. If you understand very clearly, affirm that in a way proper to your new station in life"

Anna bit her lip, swallowing. "Your slave understands, Maharaj." She stood and left to do as he asked. However, getting directions was difficult since she and other servants couldn't understand each other. She tripped when the guards touched her roughly, which happened four times. Luckily she got everything he asked for and found the bedchamber where he lay in bed.

Her voice shaking, she stepped inside, the tray on her head, held steady by her hands. Slowly and carefully, she put it down on the table next to him. "Your slave is very sorry she is so late, Maharaj," she said quietly. She was frightened about how he would react

 

[Locastor]

Markandeya looked up from the problem he was calculating through on the shatranj board. Anna had come in well past a nadika after he'd left the seraglio, but the King was well aware that the poor unworldly girl probably had no idea how long that was. He decided to let her anxiety about a new punishment take root in her mind. It was always best to be continually unsettling new slaves. He lifted his bare foot towards her at her apology.

"I will grant you the chance to make amends for your lapse immediately, Anna. I hope you appreciate my generosity to so careless and clumsy a slave" waiting for the soft touch of her pale coral lips, the king continued on.

"First, remove all your raiment and stand naked before me. This will be your uniform for my bed. Then, add the ingredients to the dingcik in this order, pounding gently with the pestle as you add each to the bowl: ginger, garlic, the garam masala powder, the dried green chilli, the fresh red chilli, the fresh green chilli and the dried red chilli. Beat them into a fine paste."

The young Maharaja settled back against a lush purple divan as he watched the modest girl adopt his immodest suggestion regarding attire.

"And you may speak of your ill-distinguished and unmemorable former existence while you work, so long as you are careful to draw the correct, invidious, distinction between then and now with each fact you disclose" he said as she nervously began to reveal her untouched body.

 

[Virgininneed]

"I will grant you the chance to make amends for your lapse immediately, Anna. I hope you appreciate my generosity to so careless and clumsy a slave" Realizing what he wanted, Anna knelt down, kissing his feet gently several times.

"First, remove all your raiment and stand naked before me. This will be your uniform for my bed. Then, add the ingredients to the dingcik in this order, pounding gently with the pestle as you add each to the bowl: ginger, garlic, the garam masala powder, the dried green chilli, the fresh red chilli, the fresh green chilli and the dried red chilli. Beat them into a fine paste."

Anna looked at him nervously, biting her lip. She was quite shy and didn't want to expose herself to him. But she also didn't want to be sent to the harem mistress to be "broken" as he said.

"And you may speak of your ill-distinguished and unmemorable former existence while you work, so long as you are careful to draw the correct, invidious, distinction between then and now with each fact you disclose"

Blushing, Anna slowly removed her clothing, doing as he had asked her. "I... I lived in London, England for my whole life. My father was an officer in the Royal Navy. I spent most of the day reading, writing, and playing music, though my father thought it was improper. I love to sing and write poetry." It felt odd telling him about her life, this man who thought of her only as his slave.

 

[Locastor]

The King listened to Anna's tale with interest.

"As you have some musical talent, Anna, I presume you are also familiar with dance? Perform a pirouette for me, I wish to see your breasts and buttocks sway with the motion."

He waited for her to comply.

"Very lovely indeed. Now, as I said, you must draw the appropriate distinctions between your former and current life, so I expect now you will inform me how much happier and more satisfied you are here", the King instructed his slave.

"As that swirl was so pleasant to observe, Anna, I wish you to perform the spice pounding not upon that countertop, but rather upon that bench. This will necessitate you bending at the waist, of course, so first you will make a pre-emptive apology for the vulgarity of your display as you comply with my wishes" said Markandeya as he closely observed the girl for how well she would obey.

 

[Virgininneed]

"As you have some musical talent, Anna, I presume you are also familiar with dance? Perform a pirouette for me, I wish to see your breast and buttocks sway with the motion."

With some hesitation, she did as he asked, landing perfectly. She blushed deeply, lowering her eyes.

"Very lovely indeed. Now, as I said, you must draw the appropriate distinctions between your former and current life, so I expect now you will inform me how much happier and more satisfied you are here"

Anna swallowed before she replied. "Your slave is very happy serving you Maharaj. She likes it much better here."

"As that swirl was so pleasant to observe, Anna, I wish you to perform the spice pounding not upon that countertop, but rather upon that bench. This will necessitate you bending at the waist, of course, so first you will make a pre-emptive apology for the vulgarity of your display as you comply with my wishes"

Blushing even more she spoke again. "Your slave is sorry for her vulgarity Maharaj." She went to the bench, trembling a little, a small tear running down her cheek. But she did as he asked, feeling very self-conscious as she did so.

 

[Locastor]

"You need not stand again, Anna, but that apology was somewhat lacking. As a poetess, surely you could have come up with something more appropriate to the high culture of this court", Markandeya chided his trembling naked slavegirl.

"As I myself am considered quite the artisan with words, may I suggest that you re-state it, remaining bent over at work, as you are, along the following lines. The opening should be far more verbose, something more like 'O great King, your pitiable slave Anna is most greviously wounded to have to offend your royal eyes with the obscenity of my vulgar display'. Then, you should state which impolite parts of yours are striking my gaze. To help you, I can list your supple breasts, the well-rounded curves of your buttocks, the forbidden hole of your rear aperture, and what appears to be a rapidly moistening womanhood as sights made available to me by your posture. You should list all of these things in order of descending social acceptability for a woman to reveal, making a small comment upon each. Finally, you should beg my forgiveness, and try to be poetic about it", said the kind and patient Maharaja.

Markandeya leaned back against the velvet upholstery of the divan as he saw Anna attempt to process his words. He was fairly certain that her wet femininity and pink anus had responded with delightful shudders and pulses as he brought them into mention. It was for the King a very pleasant contrast to see this girl's embarrassed reactions against the well-trained and unashamed advances of his less-new courtesans.

 

[Virgininneed]

Anna bit her lip, knowing she would probably be badly punished for what she was about to say. "Maharaj, I may be your slave now, but I am still a person. I won't humiliate myself for your pleasure. Punish me if you want, but I can't fully submit to your will without losing myself in the process. Is that what you want? Just an empty shell for you to use?"

She took a deep breath, looking him in the eye. "I don't even see why you need me here. There are plenty of women who are willing to serve you. And you can beat me and rape me, but never will you break me. I'm refuse to be someone who does everything you ask without question."

She shut her eyes, waiting for him to punish her for her defiance

 

[Locastor]

Ahh, some spirited signs of resistance. Markandeya was delighted that she had the reserves left to mount these final attempts at defense. She probably will come to regret this very quickly, though, the ruler of Thanjavur mused. He wryly returned her hurt and frightened look with a calm and controlling one.

"How comes your work with the dingcik, Anna?", her new lord replied, entirely failing to respond to her heartfelt outburst. "Is the paste quite fine, smooth and crimson-red?"

"If it is not yet at that stage, keep pounding at the mortar, and tell me about how you have lived your young life with respect to the male sex, and what thoughts you have had over their mysteries." he said, waiting for her to again turn and bend to the work.

 

[Virgininneed]

"How comes your work with the dingcik, Anna?", her new lord replied, entirely failing to respond to her heartfelt outburst. "Is the paste quite fine, smooth and crimson-red?"

Anna glared at the Maharaj before looking down at the paste. It was definitely ready based on what he said.

"If it is not yet at that stage, keep pounding at the mortar, and tell me about how you have lived your young life with respect to the male sex, and what thoughts you have had over their mysteries."

She worked a little bit more before handing him the bowl. "I didn't think about it much. My father didn't let me talk to very many men. I was kept away from them. He was very protective." She clenched her fists, her heart filled with anger and sadness. Furious at the Maharaj for making her a slave and ignoring her outburst and upset knowing she would never see her family again

 

[Virgininneed]

Bump.

 

[Virgininneed]

Bump.

 

[Locastor]

The Lord of Thanjavur smiled indulgently at his newest slave. For a beginner, she had done splendid work with the dingcik. It would be the work of moments to curb her insolent tongue and reduce her to an appropriate begging and pleading state. The Maharajah was above performing such work himself, of course. That was what his possessions were for.

"Take one finger, my slave, and coat it liberally in the deep red of the paste. Sniff it lightly, but do so from some distance, for you may find the scorching heat of the vapours too heady a stimulant for your tender Occidental nostrils", he began, pausing to allow her to verify the absolute truth of his statement.

"Your words are disobedient and willful girl," he continued apace "and your Maharajah considers that a solid dollop of chilli would be a salutary remedy for the condition. Tell me whether you should prefer it rubbed vigorously on your impolite upper lips, or deeply within your ever-moistening lower ones. I shall factor your opinion into my decision. Should you spew more rudeness or collapse into a weeping heap, I shall have no choice but to summon my headman and bestir Zarina of the Harem for a replacement."

He idly stroked the small bronze of his bedside gong, awaiting her response.

 

[Virgininneed]

"Take one finger, my slave, and coat it liberally in the deep red of the paste. Sniff it lightly, but do so from some distance, for you may find the scorching heat of the vapours too heady a stimulant for your tender Occidental nostrils"

Unsure of what the point was she reluctantly obeyed. She quickly pulled her finger away, a few tears coming to her eyes. She blinked rapidly before glaring at him.

"Your words are disobedient and willful girl," he continued apace "and your Maharajah considers that a solid dollop of chilli would be a salutary remedy for the condition. Tell me whether you should prefer it rubbed vigorously on your impolite upper lips, or deeply within your ever-moistening lower ones. I shall factor your opinion into my decision. Should you spew more rudeness or collapse into a weeping heap, I shall have no choice but to summon my headman and bestir Zarina of the Harem for a replacement."

She glared at him for a moment, unaware of what he meant by lower lips. She was not going to have a breakdown in front of him, although she didn't see what was so bad about being replaced. "Fine, lower lips." she crossed her arms, the angry defiant look still in her eyes.

 

[Locastor]

"That should have been 'Your slave thanks her Maharajah for his kind indulgence, and begs permission to excoriate her vulgar lower lips', Anna", said Markandeya the Gentle.

"As I am magnanimous, I shall indulge your request, but as an apposite punishment for your repeated discourtesy, I shall expand the punishment to include your upper lips as well" he continued, sad for the poor unenlightened child.

"Stick your finger in your mouth all the way to the back of your throat, and suction off the entirety of the chilli paste with your churlish tongue. Then, re-coat your finger, and after I see all of your nose and eyes and mouth begin to water, you may beg permission to complete your punishment, and I will allow you to apply the second dose to your untried cunt" the King concluded sternly.

As any Indian would know, Anna would probably not adapt well to the scorching heat of the chilli on her tongue. Markandeya wondered if she'd protest the prospect of dosing her delicate sex with the blazing mixture.

 

[Virgininneed]

"That should have been 'Your slave thanks her Maharajah for his kind indulgence, and begs permission to excoriate her vulgar lower lips', Anna", said Markandeya the Gentle

She just rolled her eyes, disliking the maharaj more and more with each passing second. He was a spoiled brat.

"As I am magnanimous, I shall indulge your request, but as an apposite punishment for your repeated discourtesy, I shall expand the punishment to include your upper lips as well"

She hated the man before her. How was he any better than anyone else? She was disgusted by his narcissism.

"Stick your finger in your mouth all the way to the back of your throat, and suction off the entirety of the chilli paste with your churlish tongue. Then, re-coat your finger, and after I see all of your nose and eyes and mouth begin to water, you may beg permission to complete your punishment, and I will allow you to apply the second dose to your untried cunt"

She glared at him, putting more on her finger and sticking it down her throat. She wasn't going to let him see any weakness. But as soon as she felt it on her tongue, tears streamed down her cheeks, shocked by the heat in her mouth. She did it three times, not wanting to beg, trying to prove she was strong before she couldn't take it anymore.

Crying, she looked up at him. "Please Maharaj. Let your slave continue her punishment. Please, I can't do any more!" Her cheeks were stained with tears

 

[Locastor]

Markandeya feigned boredom, amusing himself by coaxing a bright green and red parrot into nibbling a sliver of cuttlefish bone. He was, in actuality, tremendously amused by Anna's about-turn from proud and spirited English girl into weeping and snivelling tramp, but he certainly wouldn't display that in front of a mere chattel.

"My mind has wandered from your plight, sweet Anna, and so I confess to have entirely forgotten what the remaining portion of your chastisement was meant to be. Describe it for me, in lush, exquisite and lavish descriptive detail and I will consider whether it is appropriate for you to move on to that phase," he said, toying with two pretty birds at once.