An Empire is established and a dynasty starts
It was 1015 A.D. and Mahmud of Ghazni was preparing to raid Hindustan once again. The wealth he had acquired from his last foray had dissipated. And besides which he wanted Hindustani cunt. His desire for those dusky sensuous creatures had been growing even as his treasury was being depleted till he could contain himself no longer.
Once again Mahmud was ready to prove that there were no better motivators for the human male to get off his butt and do things than money and sex.
The disconcerting thing was none of his spies had reported back to him. They had just disappeared. Before each expedition he had always gotten information on the kingdoms that made up Hindustan. He was a practical man and being prepared beforehand was to him, essential. This time around he had sent out younger, less experienced men, and maybe they had lost their way home or something.
He had heard about a large and growing kingdom from travelers to his court from Hindustan. And though it bothered him, it was not really something over which he lost any sleep. He had defeated large armies in the past and he was confident that his men would grind into dust anything that Hindustan had to offer. He knew that these Hindus were good at making wealth and that their women were great fucks but as far as fighting was concerned – he laughed out loud as the thought crossed his mind - they were complete losers. A bigger kingdom was just a bigger target.
And so he moved out of Afghanistan, passed through the mighty mountains and forded the Indus River to enter Hindustan.
Rehana brought news of his crossing into Hindustan to the princess. Only then did the princess feel it was safe for them to play. Even now Rehana was taking no chances and had securely locked from the inside all entrances to the royal chambers. She then unlocked the cleverly hidden trapdoor in the floor below the thick Persian carpet and let Rahim, her husband, and Rogan her brother into the room. They had crawled through a long and winding passageway that started in the royal stables. Rogan was officially in charge of the stables and had discovered this long forgotten secret passageway by sheer chance.
The princess had been kept pretty busy by Mahmud. In fact the night before he left, Mahmud had made passionate love to her all night long.
It had started with a slow seduction to music from musicians discreetly placed out of sight. They had gently kissed and caressed each other to a point where they were both ready for the main event. He had slowly disrobed her and then carried her to their private chamber. There he had gently and lovingly brought her to the first of many orgasms with his tongue. He knew exactly how to stimulate her vaginal lips while every now and then darting a lick at her clitoris or penetrating her slick channel.
Gradually he built up the tempo of his lingual assault, bringing his years of experience to bear, till she cried out in bliss. Then when she had recovered he wasted no time in mounting her and ramming his cock into her aroused cunt, exactly as he knew she liked. From face to face they progressed through various positions and many orgasms to the position she knew he loved the most – taking her from behind.
She knew what was next and welcomed it. The sight of her faultless buttocks always but always got him salivating to fuck her anus.
She waited patiently on her hands and knees as he lubricated his cock and then gently but with purpose introduced it past her anus until it was completely embedded in her rectum. Holding her perfect hips he slowly built up the tempo of his thrusts, savoring the sight of her taut and pink buttocks moving back to meet his forward thrusts. He wanted to remain sheathed in the heaven that was her rectum forever.
But alas his excitement got the better of him and he came with a loud cry, depositing a boat load of semen in her back passage. As always once was never enough and that night was no exception. He fucked her bung hole repeatedly in various positions.
In the morning she woke up with Mahmud's penis up her rectum, gently but with purpose buggering her. That was their last fuck together.
She had been sated, but the moment she knew she could indulge her wilder side all her lust came bounding back. As she watched, both Rahim and Rogan shed their clothes and Rehana took hold of both their cocks and rubbed them to full erection. Cooing, Rehana slurped on one then the other. It had been a while since she had enjoyed either.
She had been on royal duty. Sent by Mahmud to accompany and wait upon an elderly but respected aunt who had to go to Samarkand to consult a soothsayer on an urgent matter. They had stayed at the Sultan of Uzbekistan's palace. She had returned just a few days after Mahmud had left for Hindustan.
It was not as if she had not had sex in that period. Rehana was too sexual a creature to go without for any length of time.
She had fucked the nervous and very young man who had been one of the lamp carriers for the royal party. This guy was a virgin when he left Ghazni but a veteran fucker by the time he returned. She had let him enjoy her every which way.
The climax was in a friend's house or rather rooms in Samarkand. Her friend was a lady in waiting to the second wife of the Sultan of Uzbekistan and had rooms in the royal palace itself. So once Mahmud's aunt retired, Rehana could skip out and be with her friend yet be within range if the old lady suddenly sought her.
Her friend had no children but it was not for lack of trying. Perhaps it was Allah's will. For this lady had fucked just about every eligible male in the palace. And not just once. Her husband was no passive cuckold either; he had fucked his share of women, including the second wife of the Sultan herself. And not just once. It was this love of fornication that kept the couple together even if they were not able to raise a family and many a time they enjoyed an orgy together.
Rehana had on her previous visits enjoyed both husband and wife. This visit had coincided with her friend's husband being sent to Persia on official business. And accompanying Rehana this time was not her husband with his humongous cock but a young man with a fairly normal sized cock.
The turn on was his extreme youth. The moment her friend closed the door behind them Rehana was on him. She untied his draw string trousers and grabbed his naked cock. The young man hopped on one leg and made bleating sounds, overwhelmed with severe embarrassment for Rehana's friend could see his thingy. His thingy which against his will and embarrassment expanded with Rehana's expert manipulation.
Her friend watched the entire production with amusement. Suddenly Rehana lowered her head and swallowed the young man's penis entirely and then vigorously began sucking on it. The young man stopped hopping as lust replaced his embarrassment. He bent down and began mauling Rehana's breasts through her blouse. Slurping on his cock Rehana turned to her friend and said, "Come on you bitch take your clothes off and fuck this piece of shit." Before the young man could protest at being called a piece of shit Rehana's friend's naked breast was in his mouth. He sucked on a heavenly nipple even as Rehana sucked on his cock.
Then Rehana drew his cock out of her mouth and pushed him roughly on to the bed. Quickly she removed her clothes and lowered her naked cunt on to his tool. She rode him with abandon for a while before turning to her friend, "I have never taken him up my ass. You want to be his first?"
Her friend spoke firmly to the young man who had his eyes closed and was humming with pleasure as Rehana rode him. "You want to fuck my ass?" He had not a clue as to what she was saying; he really was a naive young man. So she moved over him and placed her buttocks in his face. "See that brown hole? Lick it." And he did; while she turned around so the she could watch the young man's cock spearing her friend's aroused cunt.
She spoke to him again, "Make it slick with your spit you worthless mother fucker because that is where your cock will enter." The young man was in seventh heaven with the pleasure afforded by Rehana's cunt riding his cock. He had a foolish grin on his face as he parted the buttocks on his face to more effectively slurp on the brown hole offered him.
He was so aroused that the thought that he was licking another person's shit chute did not occur to him straightaway. By the time it dawned on him, he was well into assaulting the bundle of muscles at the entrance with his tongue, and enjoying immensely the reaction of that elastic opening and the woman's sighs of pleasure. The woman had totally fallen onto her haunches to attack Rehana's clitoris more efficiently and in doing this she had completely exposed her anus to the young man's marauding tongue.
Rehana could feel that the young man was fast approaching eruption. Abruptly she moved off his cock. Getting hold of some cooking oil she lovingly massaged his cock with it while her friend moved off his face but maintained her hunched over position. Rehana then applied oil to her buttocks, tenderly introducing one well oiled digit past the sphincter and then another one. She then got the young man to straddle her friend and taking hold of his well oiled weapon placed it at the nether opening.
"Push it in gently," she cooed as her friend waited on her knees. Gently, the young man pushed and nothing happened. He held his cock in his own hands and pushed harder. Then suddenly he felt a give and in an instant he was in to the hilt. Rehana's friend let out a yelp and yelled, "Slowly you motherfucker."
The young man had never in his short fucking career been in such a warm and tight place. Instinct made him move his penis out of that tight glove and ram it back in again. It made Rehana's friend grunt and the tone of that grunt fueled the young man's ardor and he began thrusting in and out with a rare abandon making grunting sounds himself only deeper and more frantic than Rehana's friend, who now just held her buttocks apart and lay hunched and firm, accepting the ramming, indeed reveling in the buggering she was getting.
Rehana had meanwhile manipulated her body to attack her friend's cunt with her tongue. Her friend was in paradise with the vaginal and anal onslaught and very soon was on her way to a huge orgasm.
Meanwhile the young man was humping his way to a mind blowing orgasm. As if the friction from the tight shit chute was not enough or the sight of two round buttocks passively receiving his thrusts not erotic enough, the ante was upped by Rehana's mouth every now and then sucking his testicles or her tongue stimulating the underside of his cock. Suddenly he was there, and holding the sodomized woman's hips hard he came with deep grunts depositing a huge load of semen in her rectum.
That was then but this was now. As Rehana held the two cocks and slurped on one and then the other the memory of that young lamp carrier and the way he fucked got her all wet and excited and she wanted to feel a hot cock in her vagina. Getting hold of her husband's outsize cock she lay down on her back and opened her legs and said, "Fuck me Rahim you bastard. I have not felt this monster in my cunt for a long time." Rahim was as hard as a stone minaret and rammed his rigid cock straightaway into her soft and giving vagina. Up to the hilt in one thrust, making her gasp and before she got her breath back, he had set up a ramming tempo.
The princess was no passive bystander. She pushed Rogan on to his back and impaled herself on him. But Rogan wanted her ass. It had been a long time since he had been up any one's ass and the princess's was a prize from heaven.
He let her expend her initial ardor by riding his cock. Then as she slowed down, he deftly pushed her off him and onto her knees. There before him were those perfect buns and between them - that crinkly pink hole that ordinary men only dreamed about.
He took a moment to pour scented oil on his cock before he thrust it into the royal shit chute. Ramming it in to the hilt in one fell swoop, with abandon, making the princess yell, "Slowly you camel fucker other wise I will cut it off and feed it to the vultures."
To soothe the enraged royal, he reached around and began strumming on her clitoris with one hand while two oil slicked fingers of the other hand penetrated her vagina and began a gentle fucking motion till she was cooing and sighing. Then he removed his hands and placed them on her perfect hips. This was to brace himself as he began ramming her ass hole with fury. In and out went his cock repeatedly raping into that perfect sleeve. The princess yelled expletives but made no move to get away. He moved his hands to spread those wonderful buttocks to afford him a better view of his cock ramming in and out of that hole in her magnificent backside.
Beside them, Rehana was getting royally fucked by her husband. Oh, but she had missed this enormous prong. In and out it went ramming her vagina, driving her to a frenzied orgasm. And even then the battering continued as he looked down at her with a lustful sneer. He picked up her legs and pushed them back on to her chest and spread them widely apart so that he could get his whole cock in her and then he really began to give it to her. The whole bed shook as he rammed her relentlessly.
Suddenly both men seemed to reach their peaks simultaneously and a ton of semen was deposited in ass and vagina.
For a while the foursome lay exhausted on the huge bed. But this was party time and they were all young and primed. Rahim, of the monster dick, was the first to recover. He moved over to his wife and stuck his cock in her mouth. Rehana joyously sucked it to full mast. He then unceremoniously turned her over, parted her buttocks, spat on her anus, and introduced his cock into her rectum, in one fell swoop; making her yell in agony and then curse him out in chaste Persian.
He just lay on top of her and used his body weight to keep her thrashing body from getting away as he plundered her rectum. Gradually Rehana stopped protesting and then actually lifted herself up so that they both rose up and her husband could ride her buttocks better.
Rogan had just come back from cleaning the Princess's shit off his cock and the sight of his sister getting royally sodomized aroused him instantly. He offered his hard on to the princess who was also a very interested spectator. She sucked on it absent mindedly while still watching the brutal buggering.
Rahim was really getting into now. He reached around his wife and groped for her tits. He savagely mauled her breasts as he kept up his vicious buggering tempo. Then he moved back and off her and rested his buttocks on his knees, unsheathing his cock in so doing. He placed his hands on her haunches and moving back up re- sheathed his cock to the hilt in one push. She cried out, more in shock than pain. He did it again and again, taking his cock out completely and then ramming it back up her rectum. She wriggled her bottom in an effort to get away. He then forcefully pushed her down onto the bed and held her there once again by the sheer weight of his body. Once again he removed his cock out all the way without moving off her body. He then parted her buttocks by placing his hands between them to fully penetrate her rectum again. He was nearly there – on the verge of what was going to be a mind blowing orgasm. Now he placed both his thumbs into her anus to keep her hole open and rammed her even more forcefully. That was it – he could hold in his semen no longer and jerked and swayed and cursed her rudely even as his cock pushed out tons of fiery liquid into her rectum.
They lay like this – husband on wife for a while. They were both exhausted in their own way – he from the exertion of all the physical movement, she from the physical sensation of having her rectum stretched beyond recognition.
Then Rehana spoke in a soft voice that belied her words.
"Rahim, you bastard, you didn't have to be so brutal."
"Ah, but you love it my wife. You are a filthy bitch, a whore, a slut; you will lie down and get fucked by any one willing to fuck you. A big cock ramming you mercilessly sends you to heaven."
"That's why you love me, you filthy swine." And she was right.
"The only thing missing is pissing on you. I have not done that for a while."
The princess, who was still sucking Rogan, asked in amazement, "You piss on her?!" she thought she knew everything about their sexual lives. Rehana felt her cheeks burning. This was not something she had ever wanted the princess, her true love to know.
"Oh yes," continued Rahim, "Very occasionally and only when the mood takes her, she wants to be pissed on. In the years that we have been married I must have pissed on her a half dozen times. I mean really pissed on her. She is not satisfied with a dribble dropped on her stomach. No, she wants a gallon of the stuff on her tits, her cunt, her ass hole, inside her asshole, her hair and her face. And she drinks it – holding on to my cock she engulfs the head and gulps down the warm stuff even as it comes out of my piss hole!"
This really excited the princess. She pulled Rogan's cock out of her mouth and pushed him onto the bed. She crouched over him and holding his cock introduced it into her cunt. Then she began riding Rogan in real earnest. Not satisfied she reached back and parted her buttocks and told Rahim to shove his cock into her anus.
This was new for Rehana. She of course had been double fucked on numerous occasions but had never seen the princess take two on at the same time.
"Are you sure my love?" She asked softly.
"Oh yes," said the princess, while she waited patiently for Rahim, "there are things about me you don't know either. When I went back to Persia after my son was born my cousins seduced me. I had gone back alone basically to show my parents their grand child. It was just for a few days and you were sick and could not come with me. Those cousins were horny and so was I, seducing me was easy. They do everything together. And so first one fucked me and the other got me to suck his cock. Then they both fucked my cunt! I never knew I could take two up my cunt at the same time! Then one got me to ride him and the other buggered me. And then to crown it all they got me to take them both up my ass simultaneously. My god, come on Rahim give it to me."
"My love," said Rehana, "they have normal sized cocks." She had fucked all the princess's cousins and knew which ones she was talking about, "Rahim is huge!"
"Really, I had not noticed." said the princess sarcastically.
"Okay, okay just a moment," said Rehana, searching for the scented oil. When she found it she lovingly poured it on to the royal buttocks and gently lubricated the anal rim and then the inside with first one and then two oily fingers. She turned around and lavished a boat full on her husbands cock and massaged it to steel hardness. She then took him by the cock and led him to the princess's anus.
"Gently, Rahim you bastard, do it gently."
So excited was Rahim that he pierced the princess's anus forcefully and buried his cock to the hilt in her rectum. He just could not help it – he was in a totally brutal mood today. Both the princess and Rehana cried out at the same time and Rehana slapped him hard across the buttocks.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, even though he really was not because the sensation had been incredible. Rogan's cock in the princess's cunt had made her ass that much tighter and penetrating it that much more of a treat!
For a moment he held still as Rogan began ramming her cunt from below. Then the princess got into it and began rocking on Rogan's cock.
Rahim waited to get used to the princess's rhythmic movement. Then he began moving. Every time she came off Rogan's prick Rahim hammered into her ass with his massive organ. This got a guttural cry from the princess but she did not protest and made no motion to get away from the ass battering she was getting. Her ass felt so tight that Rahim wanted to get her off Rogan and royally bugger the crap out of her on his own. But this would make her ass feel loose, so he held on to her buttocks and savored the sight of his cock going up the royal shit chute.
For Rogan at the bottom of this threesome the sensation was incredible. He loved fucking the princess but this was out of this world. Her cunt felt so tight, it was unbelievable!
The princess had never felt so stuffed. Rehana was right; Rahim's cock was way too big to be part of a simultaneous attack on her cunt and ass. When he had first pronged her she had almost passed out because of the pain. But gradually she had got used to it and was now really enjoying the sensation. She was a lusty creature!
Rogan's movement got more urgent and hectic and incredibly he was the first to come. The princess could feel his fiery seed shoot into her and she lowered her head and sucked on his tongue till the last of his come dribbled out of his cock into her vagina. She continued to suck his spit out of his mouth till his prick shriveled and fell out of her cunt.
Rahim immediately felt the change. Gone was that super tight feel. It was not as if the princess's ass was loose. This in it self was surprising given the fact that she had been royally buggered by many a cock on very many an occasion. But there was a distinct difference.
Rehana now got into the act and pushed her brother out of the way and maneuvered herself in such a way that her face was below the princess's cunt and her own cunt below the princess's mouth.
This gave the perverted Rahim an idea. He waited till Rehana had sucked out her brother's come and was eliciting grunts of satisfaction from the princess for her labial efforts. Rehana's cunt in turn was being attacked by the royal mouth and tongue. Both females were in sexual bliss as Rahim slowed down the pace of his ass fucking.
Then he spoke, "Rehana," he said softly and endearingly, "will you put your fist up the princess's cunt?"
"Shut up, Rahim, just get on with your buggering and get off quickly."
"Please, it was so tight and wonderful and I want to feel that tightness again."
He took his cock out of the princess's ass and offered it to his wife. When she ignored him he reached down and forced it into her mouth, "Lick your love's shit off my cock you whore." And Rehana did that with vigor.
Then the princess said, "Do it Rehana I have not been fisted by you for a long time." She really was a horny perverted royal!
Hearing this, Rahim removed his cock from his wife's mouth and shoved it back into the royal ass in one brutal move.
Meanwhile Rehana gradually worked one, then two and then three fingers in. Even more gradually the fourth finger and the thumb went in. Rahim waited patiently moving his cock just enough to keep it erect. The princess had been busy too. She had got her fist into Rehana's cunt and was moving it in and out; vigorously! Finally Rehana began pushing her fist in ever so slowly into her true love's cunt.
"Shove it in faster, you bitch, I want to feel the whole damn thing tearing into me," barked the princess and Rehana instantly obeyed. This was what Rahim the rogue was waiting for. He began hammering into her ass once again. The feeling was again incredible. So tight, so clingy and yet so yielding.
Surprisingly it was the princess who came before Rahim could. She screwed her ass deliriously on his giant cock even as Rehana's fist battered her cunt. The combined sensation was unbelievable and she climbed the rainbow of her orgasm even as she drenched Rehana's hand with her come.
Rehana was the next to come. The princess's orgasm was the trigger. Even as the princess came on her fist, Rehana copiously decorated the royal fist with her orgasmic fluids.
And still incredibly Rahim kept going. He yelled at Rehana to keep her fist firmly entrenched in the princess's cunt as he kept her buttocks spread out with his hands to fully savor the sight of his huge cock popping the royal ass. He would pull it out and look at the anal ring widely parted and wait till it closed again and then he would ram his thick cock past the ring and savagely imbed its whole length in the rectum.
But all great and good things come to an end. And so did perhaps the best fucking experience of Rahim's life, one that he would salivate over in his old age. He held off for as long as he could and then with a rush he came and flooded the princess's ass with hot fiery bodily secretions.
And then he stayed slumped over the princess as she in turn fell on Rehana. Rogan was coming to life and was contemplating where to stick his erect penis next.
But back to Mahmud.
He passed through Punjab and visited a few kingdoms that he had subjugated on his previous visits. He reminded the puppet rulers to have his tribute waiting for him on his way back to Afghanistan. Then he moved on.
Next he raided a few small kingdoms without meeting much resistance. Everything seemed to be in order, nothing out of the ordinary, just like his previous expeditions. Quite a few women caught his eye. Some were wives of the ruling class, some wives of rich merchants, others wives of landowners. His lust got the better of him and he decided to stop his expedition and launch a campaign to snare one or more of them.
It was at this moment that his spies caught up with him.
They all seemed to arrive almost at the same time. They brought news of a huge army making its way towards Mahmud and his men. In fact said the spies this army was but a day's march away.
Mahmud was both angry and astonished. He was angry with his spies because they had not done their job properly. Astonished, because this was unprecedented, an army coming out to meet him! He had always been the attacker, never the defender. Then he was furious with his spies for not having informed him in time. He ordered them hanged then and there. The men begged for their lives, saying that they were loyal subjects of the great sultan. They had been held in captivity till very recently. The moment they had been released they had made a beeline for him.
Mahmud was a practical man. There really was no purpose to having these men executed apart from appeasing his anger and frustration. He stayed their execution.
The next day the astonished Mahmud sighted the approaching army. And what a sight it was! Rank upon orderly rank of foot soldiers armed with swords and spears, with a generous sprinkling of archers. Behind them thousands of men in orderly rows on horses and behind the cavalry stretching almost to the horizon stood at least a thousand elephants, atop each sat men with a veritable arsenal of weapons.
Mahmud felt something that he had felt on very few occasions in his life. He felt fear. In Allah's name where had such an army come from and who was its leader?
He had brought with him a few thousand foot soldiers and ten thousand or so men on horses. It was the expert Afghani horsemen who had always brought him swift and resounding victory. He remembered how his men had cut through large Hindustani armies in the past. Maybe none were as big as the one facing him now but it was still an army made up of spineless Hindus.
He rallied his men and then sent them out in Allah's name. "Death to the infidels," and off went the first lot of horsemen with swords and spears at the ready.
They bore down on the Hindus with a ferociousness known only to true believers. They cut a swath through the foot soldiers, scattering the first few ranks. Then the next line of foot soldiers held its ground. Mahmud pulled his men back and planned his next foray.
That was just the start of the battle. It became clear in a short while that this army was not going to cave in quickly. No matter, Mahmud had fought plenty of hard battles and he and his men hunkered down for a long and bruising fight. And the battle raged on in lulls and periods of great activity as most great battles do.
At one point, Mahmud noticed that his whole army was engaged – both infantry and cavalry, and yet the opposition showed no sign of cutting and running. And to top it all the elephants stood in lofty splendor behind the active battle lines and had not been engaged at all.
That was when Mahmud perceived that the royal elephant had moved to the front of the battle with only a few lines of foot soldiers ahead of it. It was easy to pick up the fact that it carried the leader for its head and trunk and sides were richly decorated in eye catching red and gold cloth. Aha, thought Mahmud these Hindus never learn! He remembered how Raja Anandpal had given him a hard time and Mahmud was on the brink of defeat when the royal elephant had gotten spooked and had suddenly taken flight and it appeared as if the Raja was running away. His men had caved in and Mahmud had won a famous victory. Could history be made to repeat itself?
Mahmud pulled in a section of elite horsemen and gave them specific instructions. These were battle hardened warriors that every Afghani in the field that day recognized as special. Off they went in a measured lope seemingly seeking to engage the enemy's flank when they suddenly wheeled around and galloped towards the emblazoned elephant.
It looked as if they would accomplish their mission for no one had spotted them and divined their intention. Then suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, came a multitude of wild black men with curly hair who threw themselves on the horsemen with a fierce abandon. Armed with clubs, chains and some with nothing more than their bare hands; they ripped Mahmud's men off their horses and pulverized them.
This reckless act of violence broke Mahmud's men and Mahmud saw a sight he never thought he would ever see. His elite Afghani horsemen turned tail and fled, that is the ones that were still living and still on their horses.
The ferocious Gonds (for that is who they were) had done to Mahmud's men what massive armies had not. They had ripped the heart out of them. Exactly as Chanakya had predicted.
The fact that his best soldiers had been broken spread dismay and panic amongst Mahmud's men. In next to no time his demoralized army was defeated and had surrendered to the victorious and jubilant opposing forces. The elephants, that had played no part in the battle, now appeared and herded the defeated Afghans into segregated imprisoned entities.
It was dusk by the time a dazed Mahmud found himself in shackles, being led off with the rest of his men. That is when it struck him that the whole thing could have been a ploy. The bait was the seemingly vulnerable royal elephant and he had simply sent his best men into a trap. Clever! Something he would have been proud to have done. He had just disdainfully dismissed Hindustanis as inferior people and this fact had been intelligently used against him. Again he thought, "Who is the leader of this army?"
Suddenly two very serious looking men arrived and with authority ordered his fetters removed.
One of them spoke, with hands folded in obeisance, "Sir, we are sorry that you were shackled, we beg your forgiveness. Please come with us."
They led him through a maze of tents, which the opposing army had as if magically installed in next to no time. After negotiating their way through this maze they came to a central space where a massive tent had been set up. The men accompanying him spoke to the guards that stood at the entrance. A few words and then they all stood aside to let him enter alone.
He found himself walking on a soft carpet into a truly massive edifice. The only indication that it was a tent was the gentle movement of the high canopy with the breeze.
There were three people hunched over a table in the central area. They stood up and turned as he entered. One was a huge black man, the other was a nondescript Hindu and the third was a woman. Not just any woman but his tall Hindustani Apsara!
His look of recognition tinged with astonishment must have shown on his face for she smiled and said, "Yes it is me!" That entrancing throaty voice removed any doubt about her identity.
But there was something different about her. She held herself erect, her gaze was direct and unswerving and when she moved it was with grace and poise and authority.
With a nod she dismissed the others. After they left he asked, "You are the leader of this army?"
"Yes, but you seem surprised."
Surprised? Shocked was more like it. Never, not even in his wildest dreams had he imagined her capable of anything even remotely approaching this. In fact in his wildest dreams she was capable of very imaginative copulation but nothing beyond that. She had been a sex object pure and simple, a prize that he had to win. She was a woman for heaven's sake and what woman was capable of anything apart from fucking and bearing children?
"How did all this happen?" asked the still reeling Mahmud.
"You made it happen," said she smiling at him.
"I made it happen?" thought Mahmud.
All he had made happen was a great deal of fucking.
Oh, yes that was great! He could feel his cock rising as he remembered. This Apsara was one of the greatest fucks of his life. He had been her mentor, her teacher; he had led her from the lie on your back and get fucked frame of mind to a hundred and one ways to satisfy yourself and your lover.
"You made me break with convention. That freed my mind. You see till then I had looked upon myself as a good and virtuous Hindu woman, capable of nothing more than looking after her husband, her home and her children, subjugating herself to the wishes of men. But once I became your lover I was placed outside that conventionality. And I started looking at things in an entirely novel way."
Subconsciously he had been struggling to explain the change in her. By Allah, it suddenly struck him. This was not the young widow he had seduced and then left to her fate – this was someone with a regal bearing, this was a Maharani!
"But enough," and she clapped her hands, "you look tired and need to be refreshed."
Servants immediately entered bearing trays. They were directed to a curtained off section in the large tent by the Maharani where they placed the trays and waited.
When he entered he found himself ankle deep in soft fleece like material. There was a raised section that looked like a soft plush bed and another smaller section that looked like a table. On this table the servants had placed the food and liquid refreshments. He was handed soft silk cloths steeped in scented cool water. It felt like heaven against his sun and weather burnt tired skin.
As the fear and tiredness left him he became conscious of hunger. He squatted down and attacked the food with relish. After dismissing the servants she sat across him and indulgently watched as he tore into the food. She saw the firm jaw line, the piercing eyes and the hawk like nose and her mind took her back to the time she had first made love to any man but her husband. Softness crept into her eyes at the memory and then lust replaced the softness. Her cunt became wet as she remembered this man's cock ravaging her.
When his hunger was sated he looked up and found what he recognized as unbridled lust in her eyes. His cock immediately responded even as he thought, "This may be my ticket to freedom. She obviously wants to fuck and like any woman will get all soft and clingy after that. In the Prophet's name, that is when I will appeal to her and have her send me back to my wife and child."
Oh, yes, Mahmud was a practical man. Live now to fight another day.
He cleansed his messy fingers in a bowl of lime water and dried them off on a soft cotton cloth. Then he moved beside her. He took one of her hands in his and began softly caressing it. Perfect, slender fingers unadorned by jewelry and indeed what embellishment did perfection need!
He kissed her hands then moved up her arms to those smooth rounded white shoulders that he suddenly remembered so well. She had come straight from the battlefield and smelt of it. Of horses, of elephants, of dust and grime and the sweat of apprehension, excitement and sheer heat. But somehow this smell from her body was not off putting at all. If anything it made her more sexually desirable. All Mahmud could think of now was fucking the crap out of her. All the old memories came flooding back and only served to heighten the desire to sheath his cock in her wet and willing cunt. But Mahmud controlled himself. He was going to go slow and deeply enjoy the whole thing.
He moved with her to the soft plush bed and lay down beside her, his lips caressing her face – flawless skin, perfect bone structure and those almond shaped grey green eyes. He ran his hands down her well toned sinuous body – supple and curvy with not even a hint of flab. He reached inside her blouse for her breasts, and caressed nipples hard with excitement. She got up and removed her clothes and stood up in naked splendor. He gawked in awe at her bare body, reminded once again that he had never seen anyone more beautiful, his Persian princess included. She caught him staring and posed for him, turning around so that he could see her fully. Those awesome buttocks, not an ounce of extra flesh, molded by the muscles underneath into perfect rounded pillows and all he could think of was to part them and have his way with the delicate rosebud that he knew was hidden between them. She gestured to him to get rid of his clothes.
He got up to remove his clothes and then he could smell himself on them. Not very nice. But it did not seem to matter to the queen who was in turn staring at his hard body and long and lingeringly at that stiffly erect huge prick.
He made her lie down and then parting her thighs placed his mouth on her divine cunt, sweet and intoxicating – just as he remembered. He parted her labial lips with his tongue and sipped the nectar of her aroused cunt.
He lost himself in the beauty of what lay between her thighs. Some women have ugly faces but beautiful cunts; other otherwise attractive women have really ugly cunts – irregular discolored labia or gaping holes with flapping fleshy lips. This woman had both, a beautiful face and cunt. And that cunt was getting very stimulated by his tongue. His fingers worked on her thighs and then on her hidden clitoris, getting it to sprout, and she was off and running on her way to an orgasm, that when it hit flooded his face and her thighs rhythmically squashed his head.
When her thighs finally released his head, he looked up at her with her come wet and lingering on his beard. He moved up her body till her tongue could lick off her own come and he could sheath his engorged cock in her slick channel.
It was big and she could feel every inch as it went up her cunt till pubic bone met pubic bone and pubic hair mashed up against pubic hair. And he rode her and rammed her and gyrated his cock inside her even as his mouth swallowed her tongue and he sucked out her saliva. Faster and faster he hammered into her pushing himself into her core, grunting his way to a divine orgasm that filled her cunt with so much fiery liquid that it leaked out onto her bush, her thighs and the bed.
For a while they lay, man on woman, cock in cunt, momentarily sated. But not for long. Mahmud began moving in her cunt and in no time was hard again. He raised himself up and gazed down at her ravaged face and that made him clamp his mouth to hers and savagely fuck her oral orifice with his tongue in time with his cock attacking her cunt.
She gently but firmly pushed him off her. She was going to ride him, she was going to fuck him, and she was going to go at it at her own pace to pleasure herself. He lay down on that soft bed as she rose up and placing her bent legs on either side of him took hold of his hard prick and softly and slowly embedded it in her.
She rode on his thick cock. Lifting herself off her haunches till only the tip remained in her cunt and then descending wildly to embed the whole fat pole. She lowered her breasts and placed a nipple in his mouth to suck on while she swiveled on his penis. Gradually she built up the tempo and the level of stimulation till Mahmud found himself meeting her thrusts with vigorous upward thrusts of his own while moving from nipple to nipple with his mouth. He held her perfect buttocks as she rode him and began inching his fingers towards her anus.
Suddenly he was aware of another presence in the tent. He looked up and saw behind the Maharani the gigantic black man he had seen earlier. But now he was naked as on the day he was born, with a mightily erect penis of unimaginable proportions. Mahmud thought he had a big cock but this guy's cock was way out of his league.
It was Goray Lal. The queen had asked him to return to the royal tent in a little while. The battle had left her horny and she wanted her faithful servant to give her a thorough fucking. He had returned and on entering the tent had witnessed the joyful ongoing coitus. The sight of his queen at any time got Goray Lal's juices going but the sight of her naked pink buttocks going up and down on Mahmud was too much. He had taken his clothes off and was ready to join them.
She looked back and saw him and remembered what she had requested earlier. She was not at all embarrassed at being caught en flagrante and continued riding Mahmud. She was just curious as to what Goray Lal had in mind.
That question was answered very quickly. Goray Lal spat on his cock and spread the warm liquid on it, massaging its entire length. He parted her buttocks and spat on her pink crinkly anus and introduced first one and then two fingers into her ass hole. He spat copiously on his fingers as he worked them in and out of her anus. He spat some more on his cock and then placed it at her nether opening. She was so filled with Mahmud's thick member that it was virtually impossible to enter her ass hole. Goray Lal grasped her waist with a huge hand and pushed his penis with the other. Suddenly, the head passed the anal ring and the queen involuntarily groaned with the sudden pain. "Keep still, my queen," rumbled Goray Lal, "and let this humble servant sheath his entire organ in your ass."
Slowly and inexorably he kept up the pressure and his penis began disappearing into her anus. The queen had stopped riding Mahmud and he saw her go very pale, look sickly and break out in a cold sweat. But she made no move to escape or ask Goray Lal to stop. She stayed slumped over and still as he worked his penis further and further in till at last it was sheathed completely. With an approving grunt Goray Lal withdrew his cock to its tip and rammed it back in, quickly building up to a fast tempo.
Mahmud had lost his erection because of the shock of what had just happened and the fact that never in his entire fucking career had he shared a woman with another man. Lost his erection but not completely and his cock had stayed in the queen's cunt. Curiously, the buggering of the queen that he was witnessing in such close proximity actually stimulated him. He found his cock growing hard. Then, he found the queen riding him again; she had obviously recovered from her near death experience. Every time Goray Lal withdrew from her rectum she lowered her cunt on Mahmud's cock and then moved back up to meet Goray's next thrust. Mahmud found himself thrusting upwards to meet her descent on his cock. Quickly the trio built up a see saw rhythm. Incredibly, Mahmud was the first to come and with a hoarse cry he blasted Parvati's cunt with his hot come. He was done, for now at least.
Goray Lal continued to pound the queen's ass. He lifted her off Mahmud and stood up. Then holding her by her thighs he began moving her on his cock which was still embedded in her shit hole. She reached back and wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her off the ground and moved her buttocks on him. Mahmud could see the giant's cock almost come unsheathed only to have Goray violently hold her thighs and ram her ass on to his cock. The queen was bathed in sweat and was moaning meaninglessly as Goray moved her like a doll on and off his cock.
Then he lowered her to the ground without removing his cock from her ass hole. He placed her on all four limbs and began ramming her from behind. He placed his huge hands on her cunt and while the fingers of one played on her clitoris the fingers of the other vigorously massaged her cunt walls. Finally, he reached boiling point and with a loud shout came in her ass.
For a long time they stayed like that. The queen on her hands and knees, gasping for breath, her servant behind and above her watching his cock gradually diminish in size and her stretched anus slowly contract down. Finally with a plop it fell out of her bung hole which briefly winked and then closed completely.
Mahmud was shocked at what happened next. Parvati turned around and engulfed Goray's cock with her mouth, getting about half of it in. Then she began licking the pole that had just been up her shit chute. Licking it with passion! Lovingly she worked her tongue from tip to base and back again till it glistened in the light from the lamp in the tent. This gorgeous creature, this epitome of female beauty, this Apsara, was a slut of the first order! Instead of being disgusted he found the spectacle very stimulating. For even while performing this depraved act the Maharani still appeared so beautiful and so much in control!
And then she worked on Goray's huge scrotum even swallowing his gargantuan testicles! And just when he thought he had seen everything she shocked him even more.
She made the giant lie down on the soft bed. She climbed on top of him and placed her ass on his face. He meekly began licking her buttocks and then exposing her anus he began fucking it in real earnest with his tongue. She turned around so that now she was facing his feet, not for an instant letting his tongue move from her anus. She then dribbled drops of piss on to his hairy chest. He reached around and rubbed the piss like a liniment on his chest. She turned around again and now her cunt was on his face and his tongue off her anus. She began pissing in real earnest right into his open mouth, and the colossus just drank the whole smelly stuff as if it was the nectar of the gods, and in all this, never for a moment did the queen appear to be anything but absolutely enchanting, and she did not stop till she was done. There was a look of absolute devotion on Goray Lal's face even as he cleaned her bush of the remnants of her urine with his tongue.
My god thought Mahmud this woman is really out of this world. The black giant with the humongous cock who had just brutally buggered her ass certainly thought so. In fact it appeared to Mahmud that he was actually in complete awe of her. To him she was a goddess and he was worshipping her. This woman who was a slut - was divine! A slut goddess!
As Mahmud watched, Goray Lal licked Parvati's urine completely off her genitals and thighs and buttocks. She then turned around and began working on his cock with her mouth, getting it nice and hard. She wanted to get fucked again! By Allah this woman was too much.
Goray Lal in the meantime worshipped the queen's cunt and anus, stimulating her even more if it was possible, even as he lathered her with saliva.
She turned around once again and lowered herself on his cock. She had done this so many times that it was almost a ritual – the gradual impalement till the whole damn thing was sheathed. Then she rode him, her pace increasing with her lust. He reached around and entered her ass with his fingers, and gradually worked four huge fingers in and he began thrusting them into her rectum in tandem with her up and down movement.
Goray Lal gestured to Mahmud to get in on the action and get his cock up the queen's exposed anus. The sight of that bottom riding the giant's prick had actually got him hard again. Likewise he spat on his cock and zeroing in hammered his cock up her ass in one savage thrust. She let out an involuntary cry at being so brutally sodomized which was quickly smothered by Goray Lal clamping his mouth on hers.
For Mahmud this was heaven. He was an ass man. And this Hindustani Apsara definitely had an ass to die for. With that huge cock in her cunt her ass felt as tight as that of a woman who had never been sodomized. He savored this heavenly moment fully and kept his cock still and completely embedded. Indeed it was difficult to move his cock. Difficult but not impossible and when he began moving it the sensation was incredible. This was positively the tightest channel his prick had ever been in.
Goray lay still as did the queen. She was still recovering from Mahmud's forceful entry. But Mahmud was off and running, buggering her as hard and fast as he could. He even lifted her off Goray Lal but not enough to have the huge penis leave her cunt, just enough so that he could wrap his hands around her hips to brace her and keep her still as he assaulted her rectum. No wonder then that in a short while he was spewing his come into her ass. It was a spent but very satisfied Mahmud who removed his limp dick out of the queen's ass. This undoubtedly had been physically the most enjoyable ass fuck of his life.
Goray Lal now began moving. He lifted up the queen whose back was now unfettered of Mahmud's weight. He picked her up and dropped her on his gargantuan cock.
But she who had just had her ass ravaged had enough of this lack of control. She told Goray Lal to stop tossing her up and down.
Instead she rode him at a pace and rhythm that would slowly take her to fulfillment. Goray Lal lay still and let her work her magic with her cunt as he tweaked her breasts and then later as his passion built up sucked viciously on one and then the other engorged and erect nipple.
The tempo of her up and down thrusts increased with her rising passion and this was heightened by Goray Lal when in a well practiced maneuver, one that had proven results, he began strumming on her clitoris with his fingers. That did it; she came furiously, bathing his cock with her come even as her mouth sucked out every little dribble of saliva he had in his.
They lay like that. Maharani cradled in her servant's massive arms, her body on his, softly sucking on each other's mouth, till her passion was spent.
But the giant's cock had not spewed its venom. The Maharani had come but not her serf. So he lifted her off his prick and off his body. He turned her onto her haunches and moved behind her. His intentions were clear and she submissively subjugated herself to them. He spat on his cock and her anus. That was all the lubrication he needed for what he was about to do and what afforded him more pleasure than anything else in his life. His prick head found her ass hole and in one fell swoop penetrated it. He pushed in till every inch of the whole enormous thing was embedded and she felt once again that horrible but pleasurable feeling of being stuffed. No matter how many times he buggered her that feeling never went away.
And he rode her, holding on to her hips as he sodomized her. She passively sweated beneath him waiting for him to reach his climax. Being buggered and enjoying it immensely.
And he reached his climax even though as ever he wanted it to last for ever. He gripped her hips and with purpose pushed his prick into the darkest recesses of her rectum as it spewed its sizzling contents into her ravished and well fucked insides.
And they lay like that, vassal draped on Maharani till she pushed him off her.
He got up and she ordered him to dress and get out of there. This he did.
Only Parvati and Mahmud were left in that huge tent. Was this a good time for Mahmud to appeal to her soft and submissive side? He had envisaged a moment were she would be so filled with his come and so beguiled with his fucking prowess that she would be like soft putty in his hands. Was this the time? Would there ever be a proper time? The intrusion of Goray Lal had thrown all his calculations askew.
Go for it, he thought.
"Your majesty," said Mahmud, starting what he thought would be a dialogue leading to his release, "what will become of this humble teacher of yours?" He was referring of course to the fact that he had been her first real lover, as opposed to her husband who had merely been the first one to fuck her. He had been the one who had taught her to fuck properly and with passion, and the one who by her own admission had sent her up the path to becoming a Maharani.
She looked at him tenderly and said," I am a woman and when I made love to you, I did so with my mind and body. And even though you abandoned me I still have a soft corner for you."
Aha, thought the wily Mahmud my opening has come quicker than I thought, "So will your imperial highness then free me and let me get home to my wife and son?"
She drew in a long breath and said, "Unfortunately that will not be possible."
"I am also a ruler and I now want peace and prosperity for my people. I have to make an example of you so that no one ever dares to attack my land and its people. You will have to be executed, but like a king - your head will be crushed by an elephant."
And so it was done at dawn the next day. Mahmud was then buried as a Muslim but in an unmarked grave.
It was late evening a few days later that a weary Maharani Parvati returned to her palace. She was greeted by a girl who came bounding up yelling," Ma! Ma! You are back!"
A rejuvenated Parvati got off her horse and scooped up her daughter and hugged her till her arms began to ache. Already this ten year old was physically a match for boys her age. She was a natural with the sword and the bow and her mental agility astonished her teachers – even Chanakya.
"Yes," thought Parvati, "she will make a great Maharani one day."