1 Name: Anonymous : 2009-06-01 12:40 [Del]
I'm not a very good writer, but I notice there aren't enough pics or stories around about girls of ethnicities other than white or Japanese. So I started writing a story about Indian girls. Trouble is, I don't know how to end the first chapter. Let me know how you think I should finish her.
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Prologue:
The first thing I did when the seven beautiful prisoners, a young Rajput lady and her six handmaidens, were brought before me, was have my men strip the lady. She was a skinny young thing with a long narrow nose tastefully decorated by a single stud in her left nostril. Parvati, for that was her name, was exactly twenty, and heading to meet her husband to be for the first time. At my order she was instantly seized by five greedy pairs of meaty hands, hands which grabbed at her hot brown flesh, and left short work of her fine garments, which soon lay in tatters around her long dusky legs. Within seconds, her supple body was stripped of every last stitch of clothing, and although her expression lost none of its pride, she slowly lowered herself into a crouching position to cover as much of herself as possible. She was a vision. Her chiseled face was excuisite, her small breasts were topped by dark round nipples which poked out shyly behind her knees, and the soft curves of her ass sat gently on her upturned heels.
I turned then to face the six handmaidens, each as lovely as their mistress, and addressed them in Urdu. "You and your lady are now in the hands of the East India Trading Company. As your caravan was heading towards Jaipur, to which we are now laying siege, we must consider you prisoners of war. Now, it is the custom of the Company to make as much use of its prisoners as possible. Since I am the regional commander, it is your misfortune that the choice of how to make use of you should fall to me."
At this, four more men brought in a log felled in the woods nearby. Along one side, the log was fitted with six wooden spikes, about three feet long each. Near one end of the log, which was laid on a base, sat a brazier full of red-hot coals. I watched with satisfaction as the six girls and their mistress eyed the log and brazier, not quite sure what to make of it.
"And you shall discover my decision in good time," I continued. "For now, let us begin. Of the customs of the Company you know already. It is my personal custom, however, when placed in charge of a female prisoner of as much import as your lady, to set the tone for our relationship immediately. Otherwise, I find that the prisoner tends to hold on to an...outdated...sense of her position. Setting the correct tone, however, is done easily enough, and consists of the following two things." I walked over to the brazier and picked up a set of tongs. "First, a hot coal is inserted into the prisoner's vagina, and then, she is made to swallow her own clitoris."
I drank in their expressions, which ranged from shock, to anger, to despair. The naked Lady, however, continued to stare at the floor, and if she was shaken her pride refused to show it.
"Now," I continued, "since today I have seven prisoners, I would prefer to keep them all engaged. Wouldn't want anyone to get bored, would we? I will offer you a bargain. Whosoever of you should volunteer to place the coal into your lady's cunt yourselves, shall be allowed to offer her the following mercy: instead of being made to swallow her own clit, she will instead be made to swallow yours."
2 Name: Anonymous : 2009-06-01 12:41 [Del]
Chapter 1: Shripriya
Again I watched as six pairs of eyes went wide, only to fall, gently, one by one, to the floor. Eventually, however, as I had hoped one girl looked at the others, and obviously angered, stepped forward. She was Shripriya. According to the intelligence we had collected on our prisoner, she was the eldest of the maidens, at twenty-five, and their lead. With an expression of anger and pride matching even her lady, she glared at me before extending her hand for the tongs, never once lowering her beautiful face.
I smiled at her, however, and instead of giving her the tongs, merely shook my head. "Do it yourself." To my delight, she did not so much as flinch. Without a second thought, and still glaring straight into my eyes, she dipped her hand into the brazier, and the smell of burning flesh filled the chamber. I had rarely met with such strength of character even among the men in my regiment, soldiers all their lives, and as I watched her, I promised myself then that she would be the first to die.
Quickly, but not rushed, Shripriya (I could already imagine her beautiful head on a spike, mouth open, while her soft brown, naked body is slowly pulled apart by dogs and vultures) pulled out a coal, and I watched as it charred the skin of her palm black, turning it crisp, and making it peel away from her delicate meat. With the coal in her hand, and without a sound of pain or protest, she turned to face her Lady. "Forgive me, your highness," she said in a sad voice as she knelt down between her mistress's knees. Nodding silently, Parvati slowly spread her legs, allowing her delicate flower to blossom. It was perfect, a bright pink bulb topped with a thin strip of dark hair. All my men stared on lustfully as Shripriya took her Lady by the shoulder and, curling the coal into her fist to avoid burning her lady as much as possible, shoved her blackened hand through Parvati's hymen. At first, there was just some blood and a grunt from Parvati. Then, as Shripriya unclenched her fist and pulled it slowly from her lady's cunt, Parvati's eyes widened and her knees shook. Lacking the fortitude of her eldest handmaiden, Parvati allowed her lower lip to tremble a little. Then, unable to stand it any longer, she parted her lips delicately, shut her eyes, and let it out: "aa-uh--aaaaAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEHHHH! AAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!! GH-gh-gyyeeOOOOWWWAAAAAAAH!" Shripriya too closed her eyes and stood, giving her mistress some space to scream.
For a few minutes, we all just watched Parvati hug her knees and rock back and forth, her single long braid bobbing up and down along her naked back as she fought to hold back screams and tears, all of which came out anyway. The smell of burning girl now hung heavily in the chamber as the angry coal slowly ate up the Rajput lady's insides. Eventually, however, I decided it was time to move on. I came up behind Shripriya, and placed my hand gently over her crotch, feeling her shiver at my touch even through the thick fabric of her dress. I kept my hand there, gently, looked down into her defiant eyes, and whispered, "Get on with it."
Shripriya slowly started lifting her skirts, and peeling away the layers of her undergarments. As she undressed, I pulled out a revolver and aimed at the back of her head, and when she finally stood holding the hem of her skirt, exposing her soft crotch to the hot air of the chamber, I addressed the Lady for the first time. "Your Highness, I know it may be difficult, in your present state, for you to grasp what I'm saying, but your servant is doing a great service for you. Do not allow her generosity to go to waste." At this, I cocked back the hammer of my revolver, and touched the muzzle of the gun to Shripriya's skull. "I want you now to find Shripriya's clit, rip it out of her with your teeth, and swallow it, or I'll make you eat her splattered brains instead."
Shripriya looked down at her Lady, knelt down and whispered something to her that I could not make out. Evidently, it was encouraging, as Parvati nodded, sniffling a few more times, then placed her hands on her servant's inner thighs, and spread her legs apart. Shripriya stood, closing her eyes and started gently stroking her lady's hair with one hand as the latter opened her mouth, and began to suck on her cunt. Gently, at first, and then more forcibly, Parvati;s tongue dashed in and out, eventually finding and stiffening Shripriya's clitoris. "Do it," Shripriya whispered, and I licked my lips as suddenly Parvati clamped down with her lower jaw. Shripriya's eyes shot open, and her mouth hung wide in a silent scream. Finally, with every ounce of will, she just barely managed to turn it into a slight gasp. "Ah!" My men chuckled as, at first, Parvati could not bite all the way through the stub of Shripriya's clit, and had to pull forcibly several times, eliciting pained grunts from her servant every time, before finally it all came out. Without losing a second, I shouted, "Eat it!" And Shripriya closed her eyes, unable to watch as her lady first gagged on, and then swallowed her womanhood.
And that was that. Without another word, Shripriya let her skirt fall back in place, turned around, and started walking back to her place in line. I was dazzled by this fiery creature. Dark, beautiful, angry, silent, proud. I could bear it no longer. I had to watch her dark eyes darken, had to force her vibrant flesh to start cooling, had to push her pride, anger, everything that made her her out of her beautiful body, and feed her husk to some manner of scavenging beast. I needed to watch her die.
"Shripriya," I called. She stopped and turned around. "For your noble service to your lady, I will reward you. You shall not have to watch either her or any of the others die, as you will be the first. Strip off her top." With that, two men grabbed her on either side, and twisted her as they unwrapped her sari. Soon, she stood topless before us, her naked wasteline accentuated by the ankle-length skirt I let her keep. Her rack was beautifully firm and fairly large, much more substantial than her lady's, and it rode high on her chest with the arrogance of youth. Her nipples were good sized, and perfectly round, as were the perfect brown globules of girlmeat on which they rode. As the men held her by her shoulders, I stepped up to her, lifting one heavy boob, and took out a large hunting knife which I placed gently on the underside of her breast, right where it met her ribcage. "But first I want to hear you scream." And with that, I began debreasting her.
With her characteristic willpower, Shripriya refused to give me the satisfaction. Instead, she bit her lower lip until it bled, and watched with upturned eyebrows as I slowly removed her boob. It was not an easy task. Her blood made the knife slippery, and the fat of her tissue was hard to cut, so I eventually had to settle for a rough sawing motion. This made her whole body jerk with the pressure, back and forth, as I meticulously carved her like I would a leg of lamb or stuck pig. The whole time, not once as my knife made its way through her breast from bottom to top, did she so much as yelp or gasp. Only her fingers tightened around her skirt and I saw her knuckles turn white as she bore the terrible pain. Soon enough, I was through, and slowly I pulled her severed breast away from her ribcage, now exposed, and let the brown globe slip from the cup of my hand to the dusty floor with a sickening PLOP. As I began work on her second breast, her eyes began to lose focus, and I could see that she was going into shock. I would have to work quickly to get as much out of her as possible before she went for good, which at this point was only a matter of time. Within minutes, there was a second PLOP, and the other breast joined its twin on the floor.
I stood back to admire my handiwork. Two beautiful globes of perfect brown flesh lay on the floor, collecting dust. As my men let her go, Shripriya, truly topless for the first time in her life, sank to sit on the floor next to her once proud boobs, her eyes dazed. She was breathing heavily, and as she inhaled and exhaled, I could see her lungs fill and deflate with the air that was just barely keeping her alive, and behind those her strong heart beat on irregularly, still arrogant, defiant.
...to be continued. Let me know if you have any ideas on how to kill her.
