"You have no faith in your husband?"
"What faith? I know it is he who is dry as a bone even though he insists in insulting me in public for being barren."
"I know."
"You know? Did he fuck you today?"
"He did .. in fact he raped me at the back as well?"
"Tell me why have you come back here?"
"Oh well, I wanted to show Rudra his home ... and even my home is there in the hills though I have no one there any more." Of course she did not reveal their real reason. "By why are you here Savita? Why do you want to keep getting insulted like this?"
"I have few other options. I am an orphan who was sold in the brothels of Dhanbad when I was a kid. Thakur saw me there, fucked me, liked me and plucked me out the gutters. At least here I am not being fucked by a new stranger every night."
"That is true." She might have ended in a similar plight had not destiny taken her elsewhere.
"And if somehow I can get a child then I will have a better life."
"Perhaps something could have happened today."
"I really hope so ... but Ritu, I need your help."
"Just say it sister."
"I really need Rudra to fuck me again .. You know, sometimes it never happens in the first shot. I cannot take a risk"
"Hmm .. say what Rudra babu?" Ritu smiled at her son. "You want to give it another go again?"
"A tiger who has tasted blood cannot wait for more of the same"
"Your son was a real tiger today."
"Your husband is no less of a tiger ... he ripped me apart today. In fact I had to send Rudra for some Betadine to soothe my butt-hole. Otherwise I would not be able to sit on this wooden chair today."
"But did he squirt his cum? I am sure he did not. That is the problem." Which is something that Ritu knew from first hand experience.
"Ok, we have a deal. Rudra will fuck you again."
"Where? Should I come to your guest room?"
"No. That is too exposed. He will go to your bedroom at the back of the house when the Thakur is not there."
"Ok ..."
"And to make it seem even more innocent, I will go along with him as if we are going for a chat session. Nobody will suspect that my son is fucking you in front of his own mother."
"Yes. That will be a good cover." Savita seemed happy with the plan but she did not know that there was another plan within a plan.
The next day was Saptami -- the seventh day of the bright fortnight -- and Ritu, Rudra and Savita along with many other people of the locality had accompanied the priest as they had gone to bathe the Nabapatrika -- a symbolic image of the Goddess made with different plants and creepers -- in the Topchanchi lake.It was an early morning expedition that had left everyone pleasantly tired. The Thakur had of course not bothered to participate in these festivities and had instead gone to Dhanbad along with his two shooters to negotiate some coalfield contracts. He said he should be back for lunch but would be late. Savita suspected that he was planning to get drunk somewhere and wouldn't be back for quite some time.
"Can I have quick fuck with your son?" Savita was as excited as a virgin bride on her honeymoon.
"Sure .. the house is empty today."
The Thakur's bedroom was huge, dark and cavernous. The big, high windows would have let in a lot of light but these were covered by heavy curtains that had been partially pulled back so that the room was in light and shadow. There was a low, large bed with posts to hang the mosquito net from, and in front of it was a set of low couches and a sofa for folks to lounge in. Around the room were a couple of Godrej steel almirahs and a couple of wooden cupboards. Along the wall, were oil paintings of the Thakur's ancestors and but the biggest one was of the Thakur himself in his middle age and in regal attire.
Ritu, Savita and her current paramour Rudra were sitting around a low table with a bottle and three glasses of Grover-Zampa Chêne. Someone had gifted this to the Thakur but it had been left unopened since the he was more of a quick-hitting rum and whisky person. Ritu however had spotted it as soon as Savita had opened the bar in the living room with her big bunch of keys.
"You have a big bunch of keys here."
"Yes, for all these almirahs around here and around the house."
"Right." That eliminated all these almirahs from being her target!
"But Rudra, you naughty boy why are you still in your pants ..."
"Ah Mashi is getting excited." He had dropped the technically correct Dida -- or granny -- for the more age compatible Mashi or aunt.
"I am super excited kid, to be fucked by you again. I can barely keep still." And in one quick movement he opened Rudra's pants and pulled them off leaving him in his briefs and shirt.
"I think I should focus on this excellent wine."
"I will focus on your excellent son .. or rather his excellent penis." The brief and shirt were soon off and Rudra was revealed in his naked glory. And it was glorious indeed. Tall, big and handsome and with body that had very little hair except for a glorious mat on his chest and his pubis, Rudra was like a celestial gandharva and Savita went wild on him. Forgetting the wine on the desk, she slipped down on her knees and started to suck on his not-so-monstrous but thick and stiff phallus.
"I shouldn't be watching my naked son fucking his aunt -- I may get naughty, dirty ideas." Ritu was looking for an excuse to move around and was trying to make a virtue of the same.
"But for me this is heaven .. the doorway to heaven, the keys of the kingdom."
Savita had by now shed her saree, her petticoat while Rudra had pulled off her blouse. Stripped down to her bra and panties, she pushed Rudra to the bed and climbed on top of his naked body and locked her lips on his.
"Hey, I think I need to pull this off as well." Ritu followed her to the bed and pulled her panties down her leg. Then she unhooked Savita's bra and threw it on the bed. Now it was two naked bodies, twisting and turning on the big bed leaving Ritu to sip the wine and look around.
Savita was already in heaven or on her way there. She was madly rubbing her face on Rudra's hairy chest while his big prick was sticking out from between her thighs. Savita gave a squeal of pleasure as she felt the head of his penis pushing against her cunt-lips. Rudra was by now, kind of, half sitting up, against the heap of pillows arranged along the headboard while Savita had grabbed his penis and was rubbing it against the lips of her vagina. Rudra was in no less of a heaven as he caught hold of Savita's flowing hair in his clenched fist and clamped his lips on hers. Savita puckered her lips, locked it on his, then used her tongue to force his lips apart and push into his hot mouth.
The two lovers were sliding and slithering on each other but somehow Rudra was not able to put his tool into her hole.
"I think Rudra babu has a lot to learn." Savita smiled.
"He is quite a novice you know." Ritu was trying to defend her son's poor performance in bed.
"But he was quite adept at the
Devi Sthaan
."
"The Devi was there to guide him."
"But today, his mother must play the role of the Devi and help me."
"Oh sure. But I think it would be easier if you were below."
"He could mount me ..."
"That would also keep his seed from dripping out of you ... after all we cannot lose that precious load"
Savita and Rudra traded places. Savita was now on her back, legs bent at the knee, thighs spread apart and her cunt wide open as Rudra leaned over her, his hands on her shoulders, penis erect and hips pushing into Savita's crotch. Savita's cunt was already wet but still Ritu took a glob of spit from her mouth, lathered it on the head of her son's prick and gripping it in her hands, placed it on Savita's cunt. Rudra was still jerking his hips, perhaps a little hesitantly, but all of sudden, Ritu grabbed his buttocks in and with one powerful jerk pushed her son's penis right into his aunt's waiting vagina.
Savita gave a howl of pleasure as Rudra ripped into her and now that he was in, he started pumping as he felt Savita's cunt clenching and grabbing at his embedded phallus. Savita had learnt the tricks of the trade in the brothels of the coal belt and she was no amateur in how to milk a man. Rudra and Savita were like a couple possessed. Ritu watched in amazement as her son, who so far had never ever fucked a woman, had suddenly seemed to have turned professional as he hammered the screaming Savita with increasing frenzy.
A sudden wetness flooding through her cunt brought Ritu back to her senses. Much as she loved to watch the naked couple fornicating on the bed there was work to be done. Ritu made a quick reconnoitre of the bedroom and decided that there was little of interest there. Mostly almirahs and closets full of clothes and petty household cash. But the smaller, inner bedroom that she reached through an interconnected door was a different matter altogether.
This was possibly the Thakur's BDSM room with a table and bench in the middle. Scattered around were chains, locks and other restraints.On the walls were bars and hooks but the most spectacular item was the life size oil painting of the Thakur and another woman, that Ritu suspected must be Raghu's mother, having sex and that too in the same room itself! It was an extremely realistic picture, obviously painted with a lot of care from a photograph, but there was something more in it than what meets the eye Suddenly, Ritu's instincts as a Senior Intelligence Officer in the Directorate of Revenue Intelligence kicked in as her eyes travelled from the picture on the wall to the actual wall that was visible in the picture and then back to the picture itself. The picture was of Raghu's mother, naked, gagged and strapped to the bench -- the same bench that was in the room. The Thakur had gripped her nipples and squeezing her breasts while his penis was embedded in her vagina but his eyes were looking intently at a point in the wall that showed a clear depression -- a depression that was not visible in the wall now, because it was covered by another smaller picture of Savita in the nude.
That was it. Ritu had been a party to so many searches of criminal premises that she knew what to look for. In a trice, she had removed the smaller, nude-Savita picture and running her fingers along the wall, she located the slight crack that when pushed, released a panel that fell forward to reveal a secret safe. The torch light in her key chain showed that the safe was secured with a Chinese Mingbang lock -- the exact same lock whose keys she had seen in the chain on the Thakur's throat.
Ritu's eyes glinted with excitement and a thin smile cracked her lips. It was good that she had alerted her Dhanbad contact about a little help that she would need but that would take time. The discovery of the safe and the keys were indeed two important steps but there were many more hurdles to cross.
