C17 Do Thy Bidding

“Speak woman! What is your choice?”

“I –I- I –I will .... will.... do what you say.”

“Wonderful!! Great Choice! Take her to my personal chambers!” A sturdy, tall man came into the room and carried her away on his shoulder like a sack of rice.

The boss in the throne turned to the other woman.

“How young are you?”

“Not 19!”

“Ha! Not 19 indeed! Interesting choice of words! Where were you summoned from?”

“From my college.”

“Ah! College girls are so sweet. Where is that director?” A short, bald man stood up. Yes, your highness?”

“I want to see this girl in a movie.”

“Done, your highness. Do you have any story in mind for the movie?”

“Yes. She will be the heroine. She should fight against the domination of men and suppression of women in the society. The first half of the movie must show the horrible abuses she went through in school and college. Her sister, the woman in my chamber, will be facing ten times the trouble. The heroine will gather all the women and rise against the oppression and will lead to a matriarchal society.”

“Excellent! Your highness, shall I look for other actors and actresses for this movie?”

“Yes. The shooting must start as soon as possible.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Another man rose. “What about this girl your highness?”

“Keep her in the guest quarters.” He turned to the girl. “If you try to escape, you will never be able to show your face at home. Is that clear?”

“Y-Y-Yes”.

“Good.” He rose and left the room followed by the others. The girl was carried by another body builder who looked like a professional bouncer like the first woman – carried like a sack of rice over his shoulder.

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Sri Latha had no idea how long she had been sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. She had fallen asleep and had a strange dream.

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It was a huge room; probably one of the queen’s chambers. The room had a royal look with furniture suitable for a queen. The queen size bed had been decorated with strands of jasmine flowers. The mattress had been covered with rose petals over wild jasmine buds. Incense sticks burned in the corner while the bed side table was laden with varieties of fruit.

A handsome man dressed in a dhoti, shirt and an uttareeyam was sitting on the bed waiting for someone. His a wrapped his right wrist with a string of jasmine flowers and was occasionally sniffing the fragrance. He seemed impatient yet nervous. And that nervousness looked cute on such a powerful young man with broad shoulders, wide chest that curved into a v as it came down to his waist, eyes that looked the full moon, a handlebar moustache that proclaimed his manliness and those lips – seemed to be waiting to pounce on something sweet.

There was a sound of multiple footsteps, laughter of women and the door opened to reveal a beautiful damsel dressed in a royal blue saree. She was blushing and had her eyes fixed on the ground. She was looking like goddess Rathi Devi the wife of Lord Manmadha – the God of Love. The doors closed but the chaste lady stood rooted to her spot unable to make the first move.

A light chuckle struck her ears like the gentle ripple in a river that turned her legs to jelly lighting that spark between her legs that a wife likes to experience in the presence of her husband. He had not even touched her, yet he was already turning her on. Her face became a bright shade of pink at the way her body was reacting, and she lowered her head further to hide her embarrassment.

“You look so mesmerizing!” a husky voice said near her ear increasing her heartbeat. The hot breath on her neck was a furnace that flamed passion in her body. He placed his hand round her shoulders eliciting a shocked gasp from her. It was the first time a man had touched her so intimately. She was shivering as she was led slowly towards the bed, her heart beating crazily.

She was made to sit on the bed gently and he sat beside her. He drank half of the milk in the copper glass she was holding and gave the rest to her which she finished in one gulp.

“Are you nervous?” she nodded shyly blushing.

“I am nervous too!” he said gently. “Is this your first time?”

“She nodded vigorously blushing all the time as if a furious nodding would confirm her chastity.

“It’s my first time too!” she looked at him in surprise and shock.

“No way!” he seemed a bit taken aback by her response.

“What do you mean?”

“How can it be the first time for an incarnation of Lord Manmadha that you are?” he laughed out loud making her pout. He kissed her on the cheek making her blush beet red. “You look so charming and cute my dear Rathi Devi!”

She blushed at his words hiding her face in her palms. He gently separated her hands revealing her face that shone like the full moon. The rosy lips were shivering, and he couldn’t wait. But he was restraining himself. He didn’t want her first experience to be painful. So, he forced himself to be as gentle as he possibly could.

“Did they tell you anything before sending you here?” he tried to put her at ease. She nodded her head. He sat on the floor and started searching for something. She was perplexed. What is searching for? She wondered. After a few moments the suspense became unbearable, and she had to know.

“.... What are you searching for?” he immediately seemed to dive and cup his palms as if he was catching something. “Noti Mutyalu Yerukuntunnanu Devi! (i am gathering the pearls that are falling from your mouth, dear!)” that made her blush like a tomato, and she turned the other side to hide her embarrassment. He’s so naughty! She thought curving her lips into a pout again.

“Aligina veylaney chudaalee....” he broke into the famous song from an erstwhile Telugu movie making her hide her face in her hands again. “God! He’s so shameless!” she thought blushing even a deeper shade of red. All this was churning her insides maddeningly and she was feeling hot. Suddenly the clothes on her body seemed very uncomfortable.

“What did they tell you dear? Tell me please!” a husky voice pleaded again.

“I feel shy!”

“Please my love!” it was spoken so sweetly that her legs turned to jelly.

“Th-the-they told me to do whatever you told me to do.”