Saturday, July 18, 2009
Tracey's Last Day of School
“Tracey Smith! One more interruption from you, and you’re going to the headmaster’s office,” Mrs. Winston yelled.
It was the third time that the teacher had reprimanded her in the first five minutes of class, and Tracey knew that the threat was serious this time. Regretfully, she turned herself from her conversation with Emily, seated behind her, and faced the front.
She and the Emily weren’t great friends. In fact, Tracey thought the other girl to be perfectly odious. With this being their last day of school though, she couldn’t resist telling her classmate that her daddy was buying her a new car and sending her on a summer tour of Europe as a reward for graduating with such high marks. Emily wasn’t nearly as pretty or shapely as herself, and she wasn’t nearly as privileged, either.
Still, it wouldn’t do to get in trouble on her very last day and risk her father getting angry, so she sat still and paid attention to the lecture.
It was tradition at the ABC Academy for the graduating sixth form students to be given instruction on human sexuality on their last two days so that they will be fully prepared for life outside the safety of the chaperoned school dorms. Tracey supposed that this was necessary for most of her sixteen year old classmates, but, as a young woman of eighteen years, she felt that she didn’t need it.
She had her sex life all planned out. She’d open her legs for her husband on their wedding night. Beyond that, he’d only get to sleep with her if she decided that she wanted children, which wasn’t likely.
Given her calculations for her future, she found the subject to be less than worthwhile. Besides, yesterday’s pictorial demonstrating male erections and ejaculation had been quite embarrassing.
Mrs. Winston was just about to project her presentation on female reproduction onto the big screen in the front of the class when there was a knock on the door.
“Pardon me for interrupting, Mrs. Winston. An errant cricket ball reached the car park, and I’m afraid that your automobile has been damaged,” the young student said.
“Oh dear,” she said. “Class, I must see to this situation.”
She turned to her pet student.
“John, please take over today’s demonstration.”
As she headed out the door and John rose to take her place, she called back, “Oh, and don’t let Tracey talk back to you or disrupt the proceedings. If she says one word, send her to the headmaster’s office, and I’ll see to it that she doesn’t graduate.”
With that, she was gone, and John began fiddling with the computer.
“Well, I can’t seem to get the file to open, so we’re going to have to improvise. I need a volunteer. How about you, Tracey?”
‘What could he possibly need me for?’ Tracey thought.
She gave John the same sweet smile that she used on him throughout their school careers to coerce him into helping her with her assignments. The thought of their argument just last night about how she had led him on for years without “putting out” didn’t even enter her mind.
Of course she hadn’t “put out!” She found the very idea of rewarding the poor boy with any sort of carnal knowledge of her body, or even a kiss, simply repulsive. He should have been happy that she, as pretty as she was, would even talk to someone like him. She had slapped his face, turned, and strutted away.
“Well?” John said. “Are you coming up here or are you going to see the Headmaster Chambers?”
Amazed that the boy hadn’t responded to her flirting, she glared at him and strode to the front of the room.
“Class, we have in front of us a fine example of the female form.”
“More like a fine example of a bitch,” Emily said under her breath.
Tracey gasped at the comment, but John apparently hadn’t heard it.
“John, I’m afraid that I can’t see much of the form what with the uniform covering so much of it,” Emily said.
“Hmm. I see your point. Perhaps we should have our volunteer remove the uniform. What do you think?”
With the exception of Tracey, the class was unanimous in its agreement.
‘Surely he can’t possibly think that I’m going to strip to my underwear?’ Tracey thought.
Though proud of her huge breasts and fit body, Tracey didn’t ever show it off. She knew that the girls thought that she was being snooty by not ever showering when there was anyone else in the communal shower and for changing in the water closet stalls, but the truth was that her father had instilled his quite conservative views on covering one’s body in her. Consequently, she had become painfully shy about anyone seeing her even slightly uncovered.
“Well, Tracey, please take off your uniform.”
“I’m not going to…”
“Excuse me? You’re NOT going to what? I don’t know what you think you’re NOT going to do, but you’re definitely not going to stay in the class with that uniform on. Either get it off or go directly to Mr. Chambers office.”
Tracey was surprised at the force with which he spoke to her, and, for one of the few time in her life, she didn’t know what to do. On one hand, taking off her clothes in front of her fellow students was unthinkable! On the other hand, not doing so would, ironically, risk her daddy’s wrath and the cancellation of her wonderful summer plans.
“NOW!”
She flinched as John’s shout broke her out of her stupor. Without really considering what she was doing, she began unbuttoning her shirt.
‘What am I doing?’ she thought as she slowly revealed her lacy bra and her pale, encased globes to the assemblage.
‘Surely this isn’t happening. It has to all be a bad dream,’ she thought as her blue shirt fell from her hands and landed in a heap on the floor, leaving the class to gawk at her taut stomach.
She glanced imploringly at John but found no mercy in his hard eyes.
She quietly unzipped her plaid skirt and let it fall to her feet. She stepped out of the garment and stood stunned in just her bra, white bikini cut panties, blue knee high socks, and navy flats.
She barely noticed when John resumed his lecture.
“As you can see, Tracey’s body is in its prime. There’s not an inch of fat to be pinched with the exception of her quite large breasts. That combined with her narrow waist and rounded hips gives her the ideal hourglass figure so admired in past decades. Even though she doesn’t have the trim figure now considered the ideal, it’s still a fine example.”
Tracey blushed red as he talked so specifically about her body.
“Now let’s move on to female reproduction.”
Tracey took that as her cue to leave and bent down to gather her clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought that you were finished with me.”
“You thought wrong. Hand those things to me.”
She did so, and he continued with his instruction.
“There are generally three signs of arousal for a female: hardening of the nipples, enlargement of the clitoris, and secretion of vaginal fluid. As you can see by looking at Tracey’s breasts, the first of these signs is evidenced by the bumps protruding through the material of the bra.”
“I can barely see the bumps. Maybe it would be better if she removed the bra?” Emily said.
“Good idea. Tracey?”
The nerve of him telling her to take off the only thing covering her top while standing in front of the entire class! She should give him what for!
Instead, she meekly unlatched the straps behind her back and shrugged the garment off her shoulders. Tears welled up in her eyes as she displayed her firm tits to everyone.
“Excellent,” John said. “You can now clearly see by the hardness of her nipples that she is aroused.”
“Excuse me, John, but the hardness could simply be because she finds it to be cold in the room being exposed as she is,” Emily said.
“Good point. We really should examine her for other signs to be sure. Tracey, you’re going to have to remove the knickers as well.”
Tracey couldn’t believe that she was stripping naked in front of these children who were so far beneath her. Before she knew it, they were all staring at her thick blonde bush as she stood there, arms at her side, wearing only knee highs and shoes. How did it come to this?
“John, her pubic hair is so overgrown that I can’t tell if her clitoris is engorged or not. All that tangle is quite disgusting really.” Emily said.
“A shaven look would be better for demonstration purposes. I had no idea that she had so much down there. Weird that she doesn’t even trim it. Does anyone have a razor?”
Tracey heard the words but couldn’t grasp their meaning. She was already naked. Surely they weren’t going to make her bare as well.
“I happen to have one in my gym bag. Unfortunately, I don’t have any cream.”
“That will have to do, Emily. Let’s have her sit down. Would you mind doing the shaving?”
The dry razor hurt something awful, and Tracey was left with quite a rash afterwards. The worst part, though, was when Emily stepped away and revealed the view of Tracey’s spread legs and hairless crotch to the students. Everyone in the class could see simply everything!
“Much better,” John said. “We can now clearly see that the clitoris is indeed enlarged.”
“What about the third sign?” Emily asked.
“It’s hard to see the vaginal fluid being that it’s clear, but I can certainly smell it. Can you?”
A lot of heads nodded.
“If she had any hair left, it would surely be matted. Without it though, I can only tell by the glistening. Maybe I should check.”
Tracey was completely unprepared to have John stick his finger in her pussy.
He quickly pulled it out and held it up to the class.
“She’s certainly well lubricated. I slid right in there with no resistance until I touched the hymen. I can’t believe that she’s still a virgin at eighteen!”
A lot of the students laughed.
“All right, class. Are there any questions?”
A boy in the back called out “She looks weird wearing the socks and the shoes. She should get rid of those as well.”
“I kind of like the look, but I can understand your desire for completeness.”
He had her stand and remove her remaining garments. Now well and truly naked, she was forced to do whatever her classmates wanted. One boy had her jog in place while her enormous jugs bounced frantically, much to the delight of her audience. A girl had her turn around so that they could see her butt, and another followed up on the theme by having her bend over and spread her ass checks so they could see her hole.
These suggestions went on for a good quarter hour until Emily spoke up.
“We’ve talked a lot about arousal, but I think that it would be instructive to see her reach orgasm.”
“That’s a fantastic idea,” John said. “Tracey, sit back down in the chair and show us how you masturbate.”
Tracey finally spoke up. Her voice came out as a whisper when she said, “I can’t.”
“What do you mean ‘you can’t?’”
“I don’t know how.”
“You can’t expect us to believe that you’ve never diddled yourself,” Emily said.
Tracey didn’t respond but looked straight at the floor.
“Maybe you could teach her,” John said.
Emily had the naked girl sit back down and spread her legs. Then she guided Tracey’s right hand down to her clit.
“There. Now just start rubbing.”
Just then, the classroom door opened and the headmaster, Mr. Chambers, walked in.
Tracey, though embarrassed that yet another person would be seeing her like this, was relieved. Surely he would end mortifying experience!
John spoke up.
“Mrs. Winston left me in charge of teaching female sexuality when she was called away. Tracey volunteered to help out and was just about to demonstrate masturbation.”
“I see. Carry on.”
Instead of telling them to stop, Mr. Chambers took a seat in the front row!
Realizing that there would be no reprieve, Tracey began rubbing the exposed folds of skin and couldn’t believe how good it felt. Her body had responded to her humiliation by becoming more and more aroused. She didn’t know if she had ever truly been horny before, but her level of stimulation at this moment was unbearable. Her first hesitant strokes soon became frantic. A wave soon swept through her body, her back arched off the chair, and a satisfied moan escaped her lips.
Before she had a chance to analyze the fact that she had just cum, her first time ever, in front of all her peers, Emily pressed a long white device in her hand that looked kind of like a flashlight but without the bulb on the end. Emily flipped a switch, and the pointed end started vibrating.
Tracey felt her hand being guided so that the pulsing tip penetrated right into her gaping hole.
If her rubbing her own clit had felt wonderful, she didn’t know enough superlatives to describe how this felt. Instinctually, she began moving the device in and out of her wet pussy. Soon orgasm after orgasm racked her body, and she treated her audience to screams of pleasure.
She remained blissfully unaware of her surroundings until Emily grabbed the vibrator from her. The realized that the class must have ended because a few students were starting to head for the door.
Once she recovered enough to think, she looked about nervously for her clothes, but they were all gone. As she headed out into the corridor completely naked, she thought ‘it’s going to be a long day.’
The End
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Third Boon
Writer’s Note: My story is based in Medieval India. In order to retain the flavor of that time and geography, I have intentionally used some native words. At the end of the story I have given a glossary to help the reader understand those words. I have highlighted those words inside the body of the story in a different color.
Chapter 1
“Mirror! Mirror! On the wall! Who is the loveliest of them all?”
Maharani Padma admired herself in the full length mirror of her Shringar Kaksh. The mirror’s gilt edges reflected the illumination of the oil lamps placed on the sides and an enormous and heavy curtain hung vertically from the roof on top of her. Two slaves outside the room were moving the curtain back and forth by a thick cord which was connected to it, enhancing air circulation inside the Kaksh and keeping the environment conducive for her comfort.
Padma had just emerged from her bath and a bevy of maidens were buzzing around her, drying her delicate body and preparing her for the durbar. She was enjoying the fuss they were creating. Each girl vied with the other for her attention and pampered her with endearments and praises. This was not any magic mirror. But she was aware that her reflection in it was the correct answer to the query she had posed.
One of the maidens was holding a pot of simmering incense powder below her long and lustrous, black hair. The smoke from the incense served both to dry her hair and also leave their sweet fragrance behind. Another maiden, was running a silver comb through her hair. Suddenly the queen shrieked in pain. A strand of hair had got stuck in the comb and had broken off. All the maids were petrified. The Maharani had a notorious temper.
She got up from her seat. Her hazel eyes which would otherwise put a doe to shame brimmed with rage as her lovely face contorted into a visage of fury. The errant maid cowed in fear, and begged for forgiveness.
The Maharani snatched away the comb from her hand and touched her broken hair that was still stuck in it. Her face softened for a few moments, as if she were looking at her child. The maid was sobbing and her tears were soiling the floor below. Padma raised the comb above her head and brought it down in a swift movement on the unsuspecting girl’s face, ripping apart the flesh of her cheek and covering her face with blood.
Padma signaled to another attendant, who clapped her hands. Two guards, who were invisible so far, emerged from the darkness. They grabbed the hapless girl away by her hair, as she sobbed and yelled. She was to be relegated to the dungeons to be beaten and tortured.
Maharani Padma returned to her seat. The attendants who were trembling at her cruelty, returned to their task, lest they earn her wrath.
Chapter 2
An usher pre-announced the Maharani’s arrival in the durbar.
Trumpets and conches were blown as Maharani Padma left her Shringar Kaksh for the durbar. An attendant walked behind her holding an umbrella over her head. Padma’s entry into the durbar was greeted by silent groans and stifled sighs from the courtiers. It would take an ascetic control for a man to be not swayed by that face and form.
She was wearing a red colored choli which strained to hold her well proportioned breasts. She wore a heavily embroidered lehnga below her waist. A mulmul chunri covered her bare shoulders. The ends of the chunri folded over her chest, making a weak attempt to conceal her ample cleavage. Her midriff was bare, exposing her perfect figure and her navel. Her complexion was dusky and her skin smooth. Her waist length black hair was tied on top of her head, over which lay a jeweled crown. She was bedecked in diamonds and gold.
As she walked towards her jewel encrusted gold throne, the courtiers looked with keen interest at the gentle swaying of her hips. The sight was enough to stir the loins of even the most loyal of husbands. Maharani Padma, the sovereign ruler of Virpur province in India assumed her throne and the proceedings began.
The Prime Minister was the first person to speak. He announced that the rebellion had been crushed and the leader Jai Singh had been captured. Padma knew that he was referring to the farmers’ rebellion in protest against the increased taxes she had imposed that year. The farmers were protesting because there was a famine and the increased burden would cripple them.
Jai Singh was presented before the Maharani. She eyed his striking, dark face with interest. Years of hard life had left their imprint on his face, making him look older than his true age. The bare torso was decorated with rippling muscles and the fetters did little to shroud his defiant spirit.
“Do you have anything to say?” Padma asked, enjoying the humiliation of this bold adversary. She wished to see the brave man beg for his life. Maybe she would pardon him with a light sentence.
“You think your school of art and music is more important than the happiness of your subjects. You should go into the houses of the farmers and see how they live. You leave in splendor,” Jai Singh waved his hand to point at the opulence around him, before continuing, “While your subjects live in abject misery.”
The durbar was stunned by this announcement. The young leader had spoken out the minds of the majority of the subjects of the kingdom, including the courtiers. Courage, which the courtiers of Virpur lacked, had blessed this young man in abundance and his incarceration had not dimmed it.
Padma was stung by the criticism of her dream project. It would be her legacy to her kingdom and this impudent man chose to denounce it. She announced a quick judgment. Jai Singh would be beheaded before the next full moon. No one in the durbar objected to the sentence.
After Jai Singh was taken away, Vikram Singh the Commander of the army cleared his throat. He announced that his spies had information about some military buildup in the neighboring kingdom and he wanted to lead an army to the border. He believed that if everything was under control, he would be able to return within hundred days. He wanted the Maharani’s permission to prepare the army. The permission was granted.
Chapter 3
Vikram Singh was in his secret chambers. It was late in the night and his wife and children were sleeping in their rooms. He was meditating and invoking the Goddess. Few people, knew that he was an accomplished tantric with magical powers. Something about Jai Singh had troubled him and he wanted to use his powers to fathom their cause. He sighed when he read the future.
Padma lay on the royal bed. Her mind was restless. She could not forget the scorn and contempt on Jai Singh’s face as the royal guards had led him away. She would not be happy by taking his life. It was his spirit she wanted to subdue. She got up from her bed.
Jai Singh looked at the darkness above him as he lay on his stone bed. He was dejected that he had let his followers down. His thoughts went to the morning. Padma’s beauty was not lost on him. It seemed as if the God of Love had chiseled her at leisure. Only if the same God had also remembered to put in a heart!
He was stirred out of his thoughts when the door of the prison opened. Maharani Padma walked in, holding a lamp. She closed the door behind him. She moved close to where he was sitting on the stone bed.
Jai Singh looked at her in utter bewilderment as the flickering light from the lamp illuminated only part of her face. She stood next to him. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her body. He had never had a woman before, but from his natural masculine instincts he knew that the scents were not only of perfumes, but also of that exquisite body. He inhaled deeply, wanting to take in more of that heady fragrance.
“You think I do not know my responsibilities,” she asked him.
“If you did, you would not do what you are doing,” he clarified. His heart was still under the spell of her beauty, but his spirit was indomitable.
“I have to learn to rule my kingdom from an illiterate farmer.” There was scorn in her voice. She was tempted to touch his muscles.
“In that case, what are you doing here at this hour? The great Queen Padma wants to spend the night in a prison cell with an illiterate farmer,” he retorted.
Padma felt that she had been slapped. She was hoping that this handsome youth would fall on her feet and beg to be pardoned. But he had no fear of death.
Her ego had been bruised. Neither her status nor her beauty could subdue this man. Instinctively, she moved her chunri away, revealing her deep cleavage. He shifted uncomfortably and Padma could feel his lustful eyes on her bosom. “At last, his defence had fallen,” she gloated in silence.
She enjoyed the effect she was producing on her adversary, and it stimulated her own excitement as well. Her pussy was getting sticky and she could smell her own arousal. She was sure that he could smell her too. He walked towards her with menacing steps and her mind was seized with an unknown fear. It only heightened her arousal. She could feel her nipples stretch against her satin choli and her nether lips were flowing with her love juices. She picked up the lamp and fled.
Padma was breathless when she reached the safety of her bedroom. She was still excited and wished her lover would be there to take care of it. She stood in front of her mirror, removed her choli and cupped and pressed her full breasts and tweaked the nipples between her fingers, enjoying the sensations. She walked up to the bed, her naked breasts hanging like ripe mangoes. Lifting her lehnga up to her waist she lay down on her soft bed, and rubbed her index finger on her slit. It slipped in easily and she purred with pleasure.
Her finger was drenched in that sweet juice and she brought it to her nose and smelt herself. She needed this more, and put two fingers inside now and rubbed her sensitive bud. She closed her eyes and imagined his lust bound by fetters. She could no longer hold herself as she exploded into a massive orgasm, releasing all her pent up juices, and engulfing the room with their heady stench.
Feeling more relaxed now, Padma lay on the bed thinking about the animal she had bound in fetters in the prison. She could feel her excitement rising again, when she heard the knock on her door.
“Who could it be at this hour?” she wondered.
She opened the door, to find Vikram Singh standing in the doorway. A smile formed on her beautiful face. She held his hands and led him into the room, closing the door behind her. The two kissed with passion, undressing each other with urgency. The Maharani lay on her back, as the Commander mounted her. She held his engorged cock in her hands and positioned it at her entrance. He slid in easily, surprised at her arousal. He lowered his face to kiss that sensuous mouth as her hips moved in tandem to his every thrust.
Vikram Singh was Maharani Padma’s commander, protector, friend, confidant and lover. He was her father’s commander and when the king passed away, Padma ascended the throne. Greedy aspirants to the throne saw this as an opportunity as they reasoned that the young Maharani would be no match for their intrigue and treachery. All their ambitions were thwarted by Vikram Singh’s loyalty.
The young Maharani blossomed under his protection and tutelage. It was only a matter of time before his attraction towards her youth and beauty and her admiration for his valor and courage turned into passion and love. They commenced an illicit affair.
Vikram Singh genuinely loved Padma and cared for her. His tantric knowledge revealed that the Maharani was in grave danger. He was worried that he would be away and there would be no one to protect her in his absence.
He was lying on his bed and her nude body was on top of him. He was enjoying her warmth and softness. “Padma, I need to talk with you.” There was concern in his voice.
“What about, darling?” She kissed him.
“You have to be careful, when I am gone. There is a lot of discontent in the populace because of the taxes. Perhaps you should reconsider,” he cajoled.
“No way,” she sounded indignant at his suggestion.
Vikram Singh knew that she had made up her mind and there was nothing he could do to change it. But he was concerned and wanted to protect her.
“You looked worried about me. Why don’t you use your Tantra and give me special powers,” she giggled.
“That’s it!” he exclaimed. She had solved his problem. He would bless the woman he loved with special powers.
“Ask for three boons,” he encouraged her.
Padma thought and said, “If I am ever attacked by wild animals, I should be able to protect myself. If ever I look for someone or something, I should be able to find my path. If ever I am threatened by my enemies, I should be able to control their minds.”
The tantric whispered the secret mantras into his lovely protégée’s ears who burst out laughing. “No way can I remember that.”
Vikram Singh sighed. She was not seeing the danger. He looked at the diamond ring on her slender fingers and after slipping it off, blew into it, before slipping it back on her fingers. “What was that,” she asked in an innocent voice.
This ring will give you all the powers that you ask for.
“No!” she squealed. “I cannot wear the same ring every day.”
Vikram Singh was left with no other choice. He got up and laid her naked body on the bed. He turned her and kissed her ass cheeks, sliding his tongue between them. She was getting aroused and he loved that smell. Then he turned her. He cupped each breast at a time, sucking and fondling them, before sucking the nipples. Finally he put his mouth on her royal slit, darting his tongue inside.
Padma was delighted at this act. She thought that her lover was trying some new foreplay. She was aroused and wanted him inside her. Vikram Singh released himself from her arms. He looked at her and said in a voice which forced the Maharani to listen. “Padma, listen carefully. I have blessed the special powers into your body. If you are ever attacked by an animal, you have to go down on your fours like one and expose your ass to the sun. The sun rays falling on your ass will scare the animal away. If you ever seek something in the night, you have to expose your breasts to the moon. The moon rays falling on your breasts will show you the right path. If you are ever threatened by an enemy, you have to expose your breasts, ass and pussy. Your enemies will fall asleep.”
The Maharani thought this was some joke. She was too hot to care. She pulled her lover to bed and straddled him. Vikram Singh also needed her one more time before he returned to his middle aged wife and grown up children. He moaned with pleasure as that royal pussy swallowed his fat cock.
Chapter 4
Vikram Singh left with his army for the border. As if the grief of his leaving was not enough, Padma received more bad news. Jai Singh had escaped from prison.
Padma was livid when she received the news. She ordered the prison in charge to be beheaded. She felt helpless. She missed Vikram Singh’s presence and did not trust anybody else to pursue the fugitive. She decided to lead the chase herself.
The Maharani was no pushover. Vikram Singh had trained her well. She selected a team of fifty able bodied and skilled horsemen. They would leave the next morning.
At the break of dawn, Maharani Padma led her team of expert horseman into the dense forests of Virpur where they expected Jai Singh would be hiding. By mid afternoon, they had reached deep into the dense forests. One of the horses tripped, and the rider fell off.
Padma was shocked at this incompetence. She rode up to the fallen soldier and getting down from her horse, helped the man back on to his feet. The soldiers were surprised at this act of humanity from their Maharani who was otherwise known only for her high handedness.
The man thanked the Maharani. He didn’t see the Maharani raise her hand and the hard slap landing on his cheek. He turned crimson with embarrassment.
“I do not want any incompetent fool in my team, “she thundered, her exquisite features turning fearful.
They rode on in silence after that incident. No one had the courage to challenge the Maharani, but internally they were all simmering with discontent and hoped to get even.
They came across a river where they decided to stop and rest for some time, before pursuing further. The horses would need to drink and they would also need to be fresh.
For reasons of speed, Padma had not bought across any of her female attendants. They would not be able to ride horses and would prove to be a liability. A curtain had been brought to protect the Maharani’s privacy. Two soldiers stood at some distance apart, each holding one end of the curtain.
On the other side the beautiful Padma prepared for her bath. She had no clue that the soldiers who were all enamored of her beauty would not leave this chance to see her delicious nude body. Also, after the incident of the morning, the soldiers were also thirsting for revenge. What better revenge on a woman than to watch her naked! They had made several, small holes in the curtain where they would take turns to watch their lovely Maharani bath.
The Maharani was not used to taking bath without the help of her attendants. First she slipped off her boots. Next she removed her headband and shaking her head, allowed her long hair to fall off on her shoulders. Her back was to the curtain, as she took of her hunting shirt. She was wearing a choli inside. The soldiers groaned when they saw her bare back with the knot of the choli adorning it only in the middle.
They all wished that she would turn, but her face was towards the river. Next she stretched her hands behind her back and loosened the knot of her choli allowing it to slide off her body and fall on her feet. She stretched her arms over her shoulders. The cool, fresh air caressed her breasts like silk. She turned slightly, giving the soldiers who were fortunate enough to be at the peeping holes at that moment, a momentary glimpse of those royal assets.
Padma then tugged at the strings of her harem pants, which formed a heap at her feet in an instant. The royal ass was revealed to her followers. She placed her hands on her ass cheeks and rubbed them slightly, oblivious of fifty pairs of lusty eyes following her every move.
She ran a few steps before she plunged into river. The cold water bit into her skin, but relieved all the weariness in her body. The soldiers watched her swim with abandon, before she returned to the bank to soap and lather herself. They all thanked their stars when she got up and lathered her ass cheeks. She then dived into the river and washed herself.
She walked out of the river naked, and at last the soldiers were able to get a full frontal nude view of their Maharani. Her shapely and firm breasts shook gently as she walked. The soldiers were delighted to see that she was shaven which helped them get a clear view of her pussy with its plump lips.
It was too much for the soldiers to resist. They had never seen a woman more beautiful, and to see her stark naked! They were dying for relief and many of them took out their cocks to masturbate on the other side of the curtain.
A woman is supposed to have an uncanny sixth sense when it comes to sensing furtive looks on her. Padma was drying her body, when she felt that she was being watched. The doe-eyed beauty’s eyes detected the flickering of the eyeballs at the holes in the curtain. She was beside herself with rage. She marched towards the curtain, unconscious of the fact that she did not have even a thread on her body. She did not care. She marched to the curtain and pulled it aside with force.
She was greeted with the amazing sight of well bodied men in various stages of undress, holding and stroking their erect cocks.
Chapter 5
“What the hell is going on?” Padma screamed at the soldiers in various stages of undress, some still holding there erect cocks in their hand.
The soldiers had no answer. They all froze on the spot. There was an ominous silence. None of the soldiers were looking at her eyes. She realized that she was naked. She tried to quickly dress. She put on the harem pants and her boots. Next she tried to put on the choli. But it proved difficult. She signaled to one of the soldiers, to come near. She held the piece of cloth on her breasts, with the two ends hanging by the side of her breasts, and asked the man to tie it behind her. The man did what he was told, his hands shaking. The other soldiers cursed his lucky. He was able to get so close to this gorgeous woman.
Padma completed her dressing and returned to her soldiers. The anger in her eyes was still evident. But she was an intelligent woman. While dressing, she had quickly gone over the whole situation. She was already unpopular with the soldiers because of the slapping incident earlier. She had to be careful or there could be a revolt. They might even rape and kill her in the middle of the forest, and would join Jai Singh’s army. She made a plan.
She addressed them in a calm voice, regaining her composure. “If you help me capture Jai Singh, I will pardon all of you.”
The simple, innocent soldiers believed her and started crying out of sheer relief. They had all expected to be sentenced to death. Many of them fell at her feet and started crying. Padma knew that her plan had been successful. So what, that they had seen her breasts and pussy. She would have a band of loyal followers. And once she was back in the safety of her capital, she would sentence them to death, lest they spread the stories of her nudity.
The group rode on in silence, with the Maharani leading them. Their speed was slow now that the forests were dense. They could not find any trace of Jai Singh. Padma was getting restless. Her mind was also preoccupied by the incident at the river. She could still feel the eyes of the soldiers on her back. They would be sizing her body under that dress. They had seen her nude, but she was sure that they would like to see her nude again. The sight of so many cocks had turned her on. She wished she were in Vikram Singh’s arms.
She felt her excitement rising. She tried to gently touch her breasts. The soldiers were all behind her and she hoped they would not see. She could feel her stickiness between her legs. She had just been the object of lust of fifty healthy young men. She wished she could read their secret fantasies about her.
Suddenly they all heard the trumpeting of elephants. They looked around them and saw that they had been surrounded by a herd of wild elephants. The soldiers tried attacking them with arrows and swords, but the elephants were many in number. They started crushing Padma’s soldiers under their massive feet. The soldiers could not even flee as the beasts had surrounded them on all sides.
True, the soldiers were fighting bravely with their swords and arrows. But they were no match either in numbers or strength against those mighty beasts. Padma watched in consternation as her soldiers got slaughtered. Suddenly she remembered her lover Vikram Singh’s words.
“If you are ever attacked by an animal, you have to go down on your fours like one and expose your ass to the sun. The sun rays falling on your ass will scare the animals away.”
Some sunlight was filtering in through the thick foliage. Padma got down from her horse and walked towards the elephants.
“No, Maharani,” one soldier shrieked.
“They will kill you,” another one warned.
“Please turn back,” the third one entreated.
Their horror turned to amazement when they saw the Maharani remove her shoes. She knew that the soldiers were watching her. One elephant approached her, and she had to be quick. She removed her harem pants. Her pussy and ass were again exposed as her hunting shirt covered just below her navel.
She got down on her fours and turned her ass cheeks to the sun. She noticed that some soldiers were also posted in that direction, but she had no choice. They all got a delightful view of the royal bums. The sunlight fell on Padma’s ass cheeks affording an even better view. In the darkness of the forests her illuminated ass cheeks looked like some celestial fruit. The sight of those round, smooth, soft and flawless royal posterior transported the soldiers to a world of dreams and desire. They forgot their imminent deaths at the hands of those wild beasts.
The elephants suddenly stopped in their tracks. Their trumpets turned into whimpers. It was as if they had been all hit by lightning. They started backing away.
Padma wanted to be sure that the magic’s effects would sustain. She remained like that for a long time after the elephants left. She had suffered heavy casualties, and could not afford to take any further chances.
The men came and stood behind her like children at a candy store. Some of them didn’t even realize that involuntarily their hands were stroking their arousal as they all salivated shamelessly at the sight of their Maharani’s delicious derriere. Padma could feel their eyes and a deep hatred started building inside her. She was exposing herself to a group of lowly soldiers. She also felt and sensed their lust.
Fear and lust served a heady concoction. Padma’s pussy was flowing with delicious juices. The whole scene had again got her excited. Even the men could smell her, and they all inhaled deeply of that heady fragrance, each wanting a piece of her.
The shill cry of some birds shook them out of their reverie. Padma got up and dressed. The men also came back to their senses. Padma could feel her pants getting wet, from her juices. She hoped that she had not formed a spot there.
The men fell at her feet. They were not fools to not understand that their Maharani had saved them by some magical act. Padma bid them to get up and assess the casualties. They had lost thirty men.
Chapter 6
They rode on in silence. Padma was worried. Her forces were depleted and it would soon be dark. They could not turn back as they were deep inside the forests and far away from the capital. They decided to camp for the night below a small hillock.
The hard bed of her tent was no match for the soft bed of quilts Padma was accustomed to it. The strange sound of animals were producing an eerie effect and keeping her from sleeping. She had had a frugal meal of fruits and honey, which her men had collected from the forest. The elephants had destroyed most of their provisions.
She went over the incidents of the day, and again found her arousal rising.”Oh, Vikram! Where are you my love?” she moaned.
She had no choice. The sexual tension in her body had transgressed limits of her control. She extinguished the oil lamp in her room and lowered her pants. In the darkness her hand moved to her slit. It was sticky with her juices. She rubbed the puffed lips, moaning gently all the while. She imagined those lusty eyes on her nude body.
She closed her eyes and imagined Vikram was with her. Her fingers slid in easily, stimulating her clit. She could feel her body being engulfed in waves of pleasure as she brought herself to an intense orgasm. She held one hand over her mouth to stifle her scream.
Feeling much relieved, she lay back in peace. She had removed her hunting shirt and was sleeping in only her choli. She chose to indulge herself further. She removed the choli and stared pressing her soft breasts, enjoying the sensation immensely. Suddenly she remembered her lover’s second boon.
If you ever seek something in the night, you have to expose your breasts to the moon. The moon rays falling on your breasts will show you the right path.”
She ran out of her tent. There was a man standing guard outside her tent. He was both shocked and delighted to see Padma with her shapely and naked breasts. Padma looked at the sky, and saw the full moon. The moon rays fell on her naked breasts.
She walked to the guard whose mouth was agape. He was staring unabashedly at this wonderful sight. “Call out all the men immediately,” she ordered and rushed back into her tent.
The Maharani was already on her horse when the soldiers grouped. “Get ready. We leave immediately,” she commanded.
The men were dazed at this exquisite sight. A lovely woman with her bare breasts mounted on a white horse in the middle of the forest, with the full moon shining in the clear sky. The men were no poets, but they all felt like one. They observed that their commander was gifted. Her breasts were full, round, smooth, soft and shapely. The dark brown nipples were erect from the cold breeze and the gold coin size areola was of a chocolate color. They had neither any idea what she was up to nor did they care. Those royal jugs had taken them to another world.
Padma was surprised at how she felt. She did not feel angry as the men stood there in a daze. She felt good and affectionate towards them. “Go, get ready,” she said this time in a soft voice, which shattered the daze of the soldiers.
As Padma marched on in the moon with her tits hanging, her horse seemed to have a mind of its own. It chose a strange direction of its own volition. The men were not sure of this path, but by now they were aware that their Maharani knew what she was doing. Even if she did not, they couldn’t care less. They were all under the spell of her beauty. Her arrogance was forgiven and forgotten. They would gladly lay down their lives for her.
Padma‘s thoughts were different. She regretted not taking Vikram Singh seriously. “Why could I not learn the mantras or why did I have to be so fastidious about my diamond ring?” she thought. Her body being sated by her exertions in the tent before, she no longer felt any excitement. Instead she experienced great embarrassment at what she was doing. The great Maharani Padma whom all subjects feared was cavorting nude in front of her soldiers! A tear fell from her eyes, which soon become a steady flow.
A cold breeze made her tremble and she crossed her arms across her breasts to protect herself. The horse immediately stopped and she knew why. The moon could not see her breasts. She moved her arms away, and the horse resumed trotting.
The horse led them atop a small hillock. From the top they could see a settlement below. Padma knew that Jai Singh was hiding there. She now put on her choli back. She did not have to signal to anyone. A man came and stood behind her as she held the choli on her breasts. He tied it behind her back. She put on her shirt and addressed the men.
“Jai Singh hides below,” she informed them.
Her men knew she was right.
“But your royal Highness, we have to assess his strengths. We could be outnumbered.” The head of the soldiers had finally found his voice.
Padma knew he was right. But soon it would be daytime and they would no longer remain concealed. They had to make a move now. The Maharani had seen a lot in her young age. She had faced death many times. But this time it was different. Vikram Singh would not be there to protect her.
“We have no choice,” Padma explained. They split their small army into groups and decided to attack from different sides.
Chapter 7
The head soldier had been right. They were hopelessly outnumbered. Padma was captured alive and all her men were slaughtered.
She was presented before Jai Singh who was surrounded by his men. They all jeered and booed at the Maharani
“The bitch,” one voice said.
“Look at that slut, her head hangs in shame,” another voice spoke out.
“Let us strip her and make her walk naked,” a drunken man exclaimed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” a chorus was heard.
“She exploits us. Our children sleep in hunger while she whores around with her commander.”
The last comment was a slap on her face. She had always thought that her affair with Vikram was a secret. The hapless woman had no idea that public figures cannot have a private life.
She started sobbing which excited the crowd even more.
Jai Singh was seated on a wooden chair which his followers were treating like a throne. He got up and raised his hand. As if like magic, the crowd fell silent.
He looked at Padma,” Nice to meet you again Maharani!” The voice was dipped in sarcasm.
“I must admit that you have courage, unlike your courtiers. You come out in to the jungle to catch me! You must be mad, “he declared.
“I know that you do not want to learn from an illiterate farmer like me. But let me tell you something. Your men do what you tell them out of fear. These men,” he was waving to the crowd before continuing, “Will do what I tell them, out of respect and love. They know I work for their good. They trust me.”
Padma could not raise her head to face him. She had never been humiliated so much before. She knew her death was imminent and she wished it to be swift and immediate.
“Take her away,” Jai Singh commanded.
Chapter 8
Padma lay on the hard bed of her prison cell. She knew her fate. She only wished death to take her in his arms before any further humiliation. She was tired and didn’t realize when she fell asleep.
She woke up when she heard voices outside. She could see from her prison window that it was dark. The voices sounded angry and harsh. She felt scared and started trembling.
“Drag out the slut,” the first voice said.
“Let us enjoy her royal fruits,” the second voice said.
“Let her dance naked for us,” was the third voice.
She heard the prison door open and saw them enter. She could smell their foul breath. They were drunk. They clutched her hair and dragged her out.
Outside a big crowd waited and jeered. She was dragged to the center of an open enclosure. The bright moon above left her no place to hide. She felt hungry, thirsty and cold. But the men would not have any mercy.
“Get up,” they commanded. She did as they asked.
The men could see was crying. Her eyes were red. But she still looked lovely. Nature had gifted her in so much abundance that it would take a lot more misery to dim her loveliness. Her hair was loose and hung below her waist.
The men all drew closer to her like a magnet. They had never seen so much beauty before.
A sharp sword was held at her throat. “Remove your clothes,” the voice beside that sword said.
She stood there defiantly. The sword dug a bit deeper stretching the smooth skin more. “Do it.”
She had no choice. She brought her hands to her shirt. The sword moved away. Several pairs of lusty eyes saw her unbutton her shirt and cast it away. The men groaned when they saw the bare skin below that shirt. Those in front of her saw her smooth and deep cleavage. The others behind saw her bare back.
“Turn you bitch,” they jeered.
She turned around. Someone started playing a musical instrument.
“Dance you whore,” they commanded.
Padma’s subjects knew that she was a skilled dancer. She started dancing to the tune of the music.
“We want to see your mangoes,” one voice commanded and the others clapped in unison.
She stopped and cried, “Please do not make me do this. I beg of you. Please kill me, but do not make me do this.”
Her cries were responded to by taunts and boo.
“Watch the great Padma beg. What happened when we begged you not to levy your stupid taxes,” someone from the crowd said.
The sword appeared again.”Show us your this,” the voice said poking at her breasts with the sword.
She gave in and reached her hands behind to untie the choli before throwing it away. She felt like a whore now. She resumed her dance to the tune of the music, her well formed breasts springing with her steps. The men were all groaning and moaning.
“I wish the whore would warm my bed,” one man said.
“I wish I could touch them,” another man said.
Padma sobbed and danced, her fine tits swinging gaily in the air.
“We want to see the royal pussy,” a voice laughed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” there was a huge commotion.
Padma knew she had no choice. She tugged at the waist band of her harem pants which formed a heap at her legs. She stepped away from them, and stood before them in all her naked glory. Her tears had stopped as she was devoid of any feeling now. Her humiliation had been deep and complete. She made no attempt to hide the crown jewels. Her breasts, ass and pussy were all exposed for the pleasure of those lustful eyes.
Suddenly she remembered her lover’s third boon.
“If you are ever threatened by an enemy, you have to expose your breasts, ass and pussy. Your enemies will fall asleep.”
The realization brought her back to her senses. She knew that her deliverance would be swift. Her lover had not failed her on the previous two occasions and he would not fail her now.
Her haughtiness returned in the confidence of her lover’s magical prowess. She stood up more arrogantly, unmindful of her nudity, looking forward to her revenge.
She was to be disappointed. The music suddenly stopped and a sharp voice was heard, “Stop it!” It was the voice of Jai Singh. There was something in that voice which marked its owner out immediately for leadership.
The booing and jeering stopped and an eerie silence descended on the crowd. The crowd parted and allowed him to reach up to where Padma was standing. He took it all in, in a swift movement of his eyes. Her naked body, her lose hair, the sorrow in her eyes, and her dried tears.
He removed his uttariya from his shoulders, and draped it around her naked body. Padma noticed that his eyes were moist.
“Forgive me, Maharani. I was not here. I just returned. I am ashamed at the behavior of my men. They will all be punished. I am sorry,” he said in a voice that was choked with emotion.
He signaled, and some women appeared who led Padma away.
Next morning, Padma was sitting in a much more comfortable room. She had been bathed and she had eaten and drunk. She was dressed in a simple choli and lehnga with a cotton chunri around her shoulders. Jai Singh knocked and entered the room.
“Maharani Padma, we have made arrangements for your departure. My men will lead you to your palace. And the men who humiliated you have been punished,” he informed her.
“I have no place in my army for men who do not respect women,” he further added.
His voice was firm, but gentle. There was an air of authority around him. He reminded Padma of Vikram Singh.
“This does not mean that we will not continue our fight,” Jai Singh continued.”I will continue to lead my people against your unfair taxes and policies,” he warned.
For the first time in her life Padma was falling in love with a man other than Vikram Singh. She gazed shyly at his handsome features. He looked regal in his simple antariya. His torso was covered by a uttariya, but the strength in that body was evident. His eyes were bright and kind. She wished for him to hold her so she could lose herself in those strong arms.
Chapter 9
Maharani Padma was returned to the safety of her palace by Jai Singh’s man. She called for an emergency meeting of her courtiers. In the presence of all her ministers, Maharani Padma issued an ordinance that would immediately lift the additional taxes she had levied on her subjects.
There was widespread rejoicing in the kingdom. People held prayers to pray for the safety and long life of their Maharani.
Far away inside the forests, Jai Singh received the news with relief and happiness. He no longer had to fight this beautiful woman. He felt a joy in his heart which he had never known before. He could never forget the way she had looked at him before he had sent her away. The love and admiration in those eyes would be his cherished treasure for life.
Maharani Padma lay on her couch. She could not sleep. She was confused. She had never expected to be in love with two men at the same time. But she had no control over her heart. She wondered why the third boon of Vikram Singh had not manifested.
Vikram Singh had not told her that his magic spells would not work on a man who would truly love her.
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Glossary
{Shringar Kaksh : A woman’s dressing room
Choli: In contemporary India the choli is a midriff-baring blouse worn along with the sari.The choli is cut to fit tightly to the body and has short sleeves with a low neck. The choli is usually cropped, allowing exposure of the navel. In medieval India cholis were different. Back then choli was a piece of cloth that only covered the bust and tied in the back for support, leaving the shoulders and arms bare. The choli I refer to in my story, is of the last type.
Lehnga: A long formal or ceremonial skirt worn by Indian women.
Chunri: This is also called dupatta. It is a long, multi-purpose scarf traditionally worn across both shoulders. However, it can also be worn like a cape around the entire torso. There are various modes of wearing an unsewn chunri. When not draped over the head in the traditional style, it is usually worn with the middle portion of the chunri resting on the bosom like a garland with both ends thrown over each respective shoulder. It is essentially supposed to be an additional layer of clothing over the choli to protect a woman’s modesty.
Antariya: Antariya was the modern dhoti type main garment varying in size. Antariya was worn on the lower part of the body below the waist as the male dhoti in modern times. For those wondering what is dhoti, it is a rectangular piece of unstitched cloth, usually around 7 yards long, wrapped around the waist and the legs, and knotted at the waist.
Uttariya : An uttariya is a piece of dress in ancient India. It is scarf-like, and descends from the back of the neck to curl around both arms, and can be used to drape the top half of the body. It was usually made of fine cotton, but almost never of silk.
Tantric / Tantra: Someone who knows Tantra. Tantra is a religious philosophy according to which Shakti (Strength) is usually the main deity worshipped, and the universe is regarded as the divine play of shakti and shiva.(Hindu God of destruction).The word Tantra also applies to any of the scriptures commonly identified with the worship of Shakti. Tantrics in ancient India were supposed to be bestowed with special powers from their practice of tantra.
Mulmul: Mulmul or muslin is a very fine plain weave cotton fabric.
In addition I have used the following words frequently. These words have today become a part of the English dictionary, But I would still like to define them.
Maharani: Empress
Durbar: Court
The name of the central protagonist Padma means lotus in Sanskrit.
Chapter 1
“Mirror! Mirror! On the wall! Who is the loveliest of them all?”
Maharani Padma admired herself in the full length mirror of her Shringar Kaksh. The mirror’s gilt edges reflected the illumination of the oil lamps placed on the sides and an enormous and heavy curtain hung vertically from the roof on top of her. Two slaves outside the room were moving the curtain back and forth by a thick cord which was connected to it, enhancing air circulation inside the Kaksh and keeping the environment conducive for her comfort.
Padma had just emerged from her bath and a bevy of maidens were buzzing around her, drying her delicate body and preparing her for the durbar. She was enjoying the fuss they were creating. Each girl vied with the other for her attention and pampered her with endearments and praises. This was not any magic mirror. But she was aware that her reflection in it was the correct answer to the query she had posed.
One of the maidens was holding a pot of simmering incense powder below her long and lustrous, black hair. The smoke from the incense served both to dry her hair and also leave their sweet fragrance behind. Another maiden, was running a silver comb through her hair. Suddenly the queen shrieked in pain. A strand of hair had got stuck in the comb and had broken off. All the maids were petrified. The Maharani had a notorious temper.
She got up from her seat. Her hazel eyes which would otherwise put a doe to shame brimmed with rage as her lovely face contorted into a visage of fury. The errant maid cowed in fear, and begged for forgiveness.
The Maharani snatched away the comb from her hand and touched her broken hair that was still stuck in it. Her face softened for a few moments, as if she were looking at her child. The maid was sobbing and her tears were soiling the floor below. Padma raised the comb above her head and brought it down in a swift movement on the unsuspecting girl’s face, ripping apart the flesh of her cheek and covering her face with blood.
Padma signaled to another attendant, who clapped her hands. Two guards, who were invisible so far, emerged from the darkness. They grabbed the hapless girl away by her hair, as she sobbed and yelled. She was to be relegated to the dungeons to be beaten and tortured.
Maharani Padma returned to her seat. The attendants who were trembling at her cruelty, returned to their task, lest they earn her wrath.
Chapter 2
An usher pre-announced the Maharani’s arrival in the durbar.
Trumpets and conches were blown as Maharani Padma left her Shringar Kaksh for the durbar. An attendant walked behind her holding an umbrella over her head. Padma’s entry into the durbar was greeted by silent groans and stifled sighs from the courtiers. It would take an ascetic control for a man to be not swayed by that face and form.
She was wearing a red colored choli which strained to hold her well proportioned breasts. She wore a heavily embroidered lehnga below her waist. A mulmul chunri covered her bare shoulders. The ends of the chunri folded over her chest, making a weak attempt to conceal her ample cleavage. Her midriff was bare, exposing her perfect figure and her navel. Her complexion was dusky and her skin smooth. Her waist length black hair was tied on top of her head, over which lay a jeweled crown. She was bedecked in diamonds and gold.
As she walked towards her jewel encrusted gold throne, the courtiers looked with keen interest at the gentle swaying of her hips. The sight was enough to stir the loins of even the most loyal of husbands. Maharani Padma, the sovereign ruler of Virpur province in India assumed her throne and the proceedings began.
The Prime Minister was the first person to speak. He announced that the rebellion had been crushed and the leader Jai Singh had been captured. Padma knew that he was referring to the farmers’ rebellion in protest against the increased taxes she had imposed that year. The farmers were protesting because there was a famine and the increased burden would cripple them.
Jai Singh was presented before the Maharani. She eyed his striking, dark face with interest. Years of hard life had left their imprint on his face, making him look older than his true age. The bare torso was decorated with rippling muscles and the fetters did little to shroud his defiant spirit.
“Do you have anything to say?” Padma asked, enjoying the humiliation of this bold adversary. She wished to see the brave man beg for his life. Maybe she would pardon him with a light sentence.
“You think your school of art and music is more important than the happiness of your subjects. You should go into the houses of the farmers and see how they live. You leave in splendor,” Jai Singh waved his hand to point at the opulence around him, before continuing, “While your subjects live in abject misery.”
The durbar was stunned by this announcement. The young leader had spoken out the minds of the majority of the subjects of the kingdom, including the courtiers. Courage, which the courtiers of Virpur lacked, had blessed this young man in abundance and his incarceration had not dimmed it.
Padma was stung by the criticism of her dream project. It would be her legacy to her kingdom and this impudent man chose to denounce it. She announced a quick judgment. Jai Singh would be beheaded before the next full moon. No one in the durbar objected to the sentence.
After Jai Singh was taken away, Vikram Singh the Commander of the army cleared his throat. He announced that his spies had information about some military buildup in the neighboring kingdom and he wanted to lead an army to the border. He believed that if everything was under control, he would be able to return within hundred days. He wanted the Maharani’s permission to prepare the army. The permission was granted.
Chapter 3
Vikram Singh was in his secret chambers. It was late in the night and his wife and children were sleeping in their rooms. He was meditating and invoking the Goddess. Few people, knew that he was an accomplished tantric with magical powers. Something about Jai Singh had troubled him and he wanted to use his powers to fathom their cause. He sighed when he read the future.
Padma lay on the royal bed. Her mind was restless. She could not forget the scorn and contempt on Jai Singh’s face as the royal guards had led him away. She would not be happy by taking his life. It was his spirit she wanted to subdue. She got up from her bed.
Jai Singh looked at the darkness above him as he lay on his stone bed. He was dejected that he had let his followers down. His thoughts went to the morning. Padma’s beauty was not lost on him. It seemed as if the God of Love had chiseled her at leisure. Only if the same God had also remembered to put in a heart!
He was stirred out of his thoughts when the door of the prison opened. Maharani Padma walked in, holding a lamp. She closed the door behind him. She moved close to where he was sitting on the stone bed.
Jai Singh looked at her in utter bewilderment as the flickering light from the lamp illuminated only part of her face. She stood next to him. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her body. He had never had a woman before, but from his natural masculine instincts he knew that the scents were not only of perfumes, but also of that exquisite body. He inhaled deeply, wanting to take in more of that heady fragrance.
“You think I do not know my responsibilities,” she asked him.
“If you did, you would not do what you are doing,” he clarified. His heart was still under the spell of her beauty, but his spirit was indomitable.
“I have to learn to rule my kingdom from an illiterate farmer.” There was scorn in her voice. She was tempted to touch his muscles.
“In that case, what are you doing here at this hour? The great Queen Padma wants to spend the night in a prison cell with an illiterate farmer,” he retorted.
Padma felt that she had been slapped. She was hoping that this handsome youth would fall on her feet and beg to be pardoned. But he had no fear of death.
Her ego had been bruised. Neither her status nor her beauty could subdue this man. Instinctively, she moved her chunri away, revealing her deep cleavage. He shifted uncomfortably and Padma could feel his lustful eyes on her bosom. “At last, his defence had fallen,” she gloated in silence.
She enjoyed the effect she was producing on her adversary, and it stimulated her own excitement as well. Her pussy was getting sticky and she could smell her own arousal. She was sure that he could smell her too. He walked towards her with menacing steps and her mind was seized with an unknown fear. It only heightened her arousal. She could feel her nipples stretch against her satin choli and her nether lips were flowing with her love juices. She picked up the lamp and fled.
Padma was breathless when she reached the safety of her bedroom. She was still excited and wished her lover would be there to take care of it. She stood in front of her mirror, removed her choli and cupped and pressed her full breasts and tweaked the nipples between her fingers, enjoying the sensations. She walked up to the bed, her naked breasts hanging like ripe mangoes. Lifting her lehnga up to her waist she lay down on her soft bed, and rubbed her index finger on her slit. It slipped in easily and she purred with pleasure.
Her finger was drenched in that sweet juice and she brought it to her nose and smelt herself. She needed this more, and put two fingers inside now and rubbed her sensitive bud. She closed her eyes and imagined his lust bound by fetters. She could no longer hold herself as she exploded into a massive orgasm, releasing all her pent up juices, and engulfing the room with their heady stench.
Feeling more relaxed now, Padma lay on the bed thinking about the animal she had bound in fetters in the prison. She could feel her excitement rising again, when she heard the knock on her door.
“Who could it be at this hour?” she wondered.
She opened the door, to find Vikram Singh standing in the doorway. A smile formed on her beautiful face. She held his hands and led him into the room, closing the door behind her. The two kissed with passion, undressing each other with urgency. The Maharani lay on her back, as the Commander mounted her. She held his engorged cock in her hands and positioned it at her entrance. He slid in easily, surprised at her arousal. He lowered his face to kiss that sensuous mouth as her hips moved in tandem to his every thrust.
Vikram Singh was Maharani Padma’s commander, protector, friend, confidant and lover. He was her father’s commander and when the king passed away, Padma ascended the throne. Greedy aspirants to the throne saw this as an opportunity as they reasoned that the young Maharani would be no match for their intrigue and treachery. All their ambitions were thwarted by Vikram Singh’s loyalty.
The young Maharani blossomed under his protection and tutelage. It was only a matter of time before his attraction towards her youth and beauty and her admiration for his valor and courage turned into passion and love. They commenced an illicit affair.
Vikram Singh genuinely loved Padma and cared for her. His tantric knowledge revealed that the Maharani was in grave danger. He was worried that he would be away and there would be no one to protect her in his absence.
He was lying on his bed and her nude body was on top of him. He was enjoying her warmth and softness. “Padma, I need to talk with you.” There was concern in his voice.
“What about, darling?” She kissed him.
“You have to be careful, when I am gone. There is a lot of discontent in the populace because of the taxes. Perhaps you should reconsider,” he cajoled.
“No way,” she sounded indignant at his suggestion.
Vikram Singh knew that she had made up her mind and there was nothing he could do to change it. But he was concerned and wanted to protect her.
“You looked worried about me. Why don’t you use your Tantra and give me special powers,” she giggled.
“That’s it!” he exclaimed. She had solved his problem. He would bless the woman he loved with special powers.
“Ask for three boons,” he encouraged her.
Padma thought and said, “If I am ever attacked by wild animals, I should be able to protect myself. If ever I look for someone or something, I should be able to find my path. If ever I am threatened by my enemies, I should be able to control their minds.”
The tantric whispered the secret mantras into his lovely protégée’s ears who burst out laughing. “No way can I remember that.”
Vikram Singh sighed. She was not seeing the danger. He looked at the diamond ring on her slender fingers and after slipping it off, blew into it, before slipping it back on her fingers. “What was that,” she asked in an innocent voice.
This ring will give you all the powers that you ask for.
“No!” she squealed. “I cannot wear the same ring every day.”
Vikram Singh was left with no other choice. He got up and laid her naked body on the bed. He turned her and kissed her ass cheeks, sliding his tongue between them. She was getting aroused and he loved that smell. Then he turned her. He cupped each breast at a time, sucking and fondling them, before sucking the nipples. Finally he put his mouth on her royal slit, darting his tongue inside.
Padma was delighted at this act. She thought that her lover was trying some new foreplay. She was aroused and wanted him inside her. Vikram Singh released himself from her arms. He looked at her and said in a voice which forced the Maharani to listen. “Padma, listen carefully. I have blessed the special powers into your body. If you are ever attacked by an animal, you have to go down on your fours like one and expose your ass to the sun. The sun rays falling on your ass will scare the animal away. If you ever seek something in the night, you have to expose your breasts to the moon. The moon rays falling on your breasts will show you the right path. If you are ever threatened by an enemy, you have to expose your breasts, ass and pussy. Your enemies will fall asleep.”
The Maharani thought this was some joke. She was too hot to care. She pulled her lover to bed and straddled him. Vikram Singh also needed her one more time before he returned to his middle aged wife and grown up children. He moaned with pleasure as that royal pussy swallowed his fat cock.
Chapter 4
Vikram Singh left with his army for the border. As if the grief of his leaving was not enough, Padma received more bad news. Jai Singh had escaped from prison.
Padma was livid when she received the news. She ordered the prison in charge to be beheaded. She felt helpless. She missed Vikram Singh’s presence and did not trust anybody else to pursue the fugitive. She decided to lead the chase herself.
The Maharani was no pushover. Vikram Singh had trained her well. She selected a team of fifty able bodied and skilled horsemen. They would leave the next morning.
At the break of dawn, Maharani Padma led her team of expert horseman into the dense forests of Virpur where they expected Jai Singh would be hiding. By mid afternoon, they had reached deep into the dense forests. One of the horses tripped, and the rider fell off.
Padma was shocked at this incompetence. She rode up to the fallen soldier and getting down from her horse, helped the man back on to his feet. The soldiers were surprised at this act of humanity from their Maharani who was otherwise known only for her high handedness.
The man thanked the Maharani. He didn’t see the Maharani raise her hand and the hard slap landing on his cheek. He turned crimson with embarrassment.
“I do not want any incompetent fool in my team, “she thundered, her exquisite features turning fearful.
They rode on in silence after that incident. No one had the courage to challenge the Maharani, but internally they were all simmering with discontent and hoped to get even.
They came across a river where they decided to stop and rest for some time, before pursuing further. The horses would need to drink and they would also need to be fresh.
For reasons of speed, Padma had not bought across any of her female attendants. They would not be able to ride horses and would prove to be a liability. A curtain had been brought to protect the Maharani’s privacy. Two soldiers stood at some distance apart, each holding one end of the curtain.
On the other side the beautiful Padma prepared for her bath. She had no clue that the soldiers who were all enamored of her beauty would not leave this chance to see her delicious nude body. Also, after the incident of the morning, the soldiers were also thirsting for revenge. What better revenge on a woman than to watch her naked! They had made several, small holes in the curtain where they would take turns to watch their lovely Maharani bath.
The Maharani was not used to taking bath without the help of her attendants. First she slipped off her boots. Next she removed her headband and shaking her head, allowed her long hair to fall off on her shoulders. Her back was to the curtain, as she took of her hunting shirt. She was wearing a choli inside. The soldiers groaned when they saw her bare back with the knot of the choli adorning it only in the middle.
They all wished that she would turn, but her face was towards the river. Next she stretched her hands behind her back and loosened the knot of her choli allowing it to slide off her body and fall on her feet. She stretched her arms over her shoulders. The cool, fresh air caressed her breasts like silk. She turned slightly, giving the soldiers who were fortunate enough to be at the peeping holes at that moment, a momentary glimpse of those royal assets.
Padma then tugged at the strings of her harem pants, which formed a heap at her feet in an instant. The royal ass was revealed to her followers. She placed her hands on her ass cheeks and rubbed them slightly, oblivious of fifty pairs of lusty eyes following her every move.
She ran a few steps before she plunged into river. The cold water bit into her skin, but relieved all the weariness in her body. The soldiers watched her swim with abandon, before she returned to the bank to soap and lather herself. They all thanked their stars when she got up and lathered her ass cheeks. She then dived into the river and washed herself.
She walked out of the river naked, and at last the soldiers were able to get a full frontal nude view of their Maharani. Her shapely and firm breasts shook gently as she walked. The soldiers were delighted to see that she was shaven which helped them get a clear view of her pussy with its plump lips.
It was too much for the soldiers to resist. They had never seen a woman more beautiful, and to see her stark naked! They were dying for relief and many of them took out their cocks to masturbate on the other side of the curtain.
A woman is supposed to have an uncanny sixth sense when it comes to sensing furtive looks on her. Padma was drying her body, when she felt that she was being watched. The doe-eyed beauty’s eyes detected the flickering of the eyeballs at the holes in the curtain. She was beside herself with rage. She marched towards the curtain, unconscious of the fact that she did not have even a thread on her body. She did not care. She marched to the curtain and pulled it aside with force.
She was greeted with the amazing sight of well bodied men in various stages of undress, holding and stroking their erect cocks.
Chapter 5
“What the hell is going on?” Padma screamed at the soldiers in various stages of undress, some still holding there erect cocks in their hand.
The soldiers had no answer. They all froze on the spot. There was an ominous silence. None of the soldiers were looking at her eyes. She realized that she was naked. She tried to quickly dress. She put on the harem pants and her boots. Next she tried to put on the choli. But it proved difficult. She signaled to one of the soldiers, to come near. She held the piece of cloth on her breasts, with the two ends hanging by the side of her breasts, and asked the man to tie it behind her. The man did what he was told, his hands shaking. The other soldiers cursed his lucky. He was able to get so close to this gorgeous woman.
Padma completed her dressing and returned to her soldiers. The anger in her eyes was still evident. But she was an intelligent woman. While dressing, she had quickly gone over the whole situation. She was already unpopular with the soldiers because of the slapping incident earlier. She had to be careful or there could be a revolt. They might even rape and kill her in the middle of the forest, and would join Jai Singh’s army. She made a plan.
She addressed them in a calm voice, regaining her composure. “If you help me capture Jai Singh, I will pardon all of you.”
The simple, innocent soldiers believed her and started crying out of sheer relief. They had all expected to be sentenced to death. Many of them fell at her feet and started crying. Padma knew that her plan had been successful. So what, that they had seen her breasts and pussy. She would have a band of loyal followers. And once she was back in the safety of her capital, she would sentence them to death, lest they spread the stories of her nudity.
The group rode on in silence, with the Maharani leading them. Their speed was slow now that the forests were dense. They could not find any trace of Jai Singh. Padma was getting restless. Her mind was also preoccupied by the incident at the river. She could still feel the eyes of the soldiers on her back. They would be sizing her body under that dress. They had seen her nude, but she was sure that they would like to see her nude again. The sight of so many cocks had turned her on. She wished she were in Vikram Singh’s arms.
She felt her excitement rising. She tried to gently touch her breasts. The soldiers were all behind her and she hoped they would not see. She could feel her stickiness between her legs. She had just been the object of lust of fifty healthy young men. She wished she could read their secret fantasies about her.
Suddenly they all heard the trumpeting of elephants. They looked around them and saw that they had been surrounded by a herd of wild elephants. The soldiers tried attacking them with arrows and swords, but the elephants were many in number. They started crushing Padma’s soldiers under their massive feet. The soldiers could not even flee as the beasts had surrounded them on all sides.
True, the soldiers were fighting bravely with their swords and arrows. But they were no match either in numbers or strength against those mighty beasts. Padma watched in consternation as her soldiers got slaughtered. Suddenly she remembered her lover Vikram Singh’s words.
“If you are ever attacked by an animal, you have to go down on your fours like one and expose your ass to the sun. The sun rays falling on your ass will scare the animals away.”
Some sunlight was filtering in through the thick foliage. Padma got down from her horse and walked towards the elephants.
“No, Maharani,” one soldier shrieked.
“They will kill you,” another one warned.
“Please turn back,” the third one entreated.
Their horror turned to amazement when they saw the Maharani remove her shoes. She knew that the soldiers were watching her. One elephant approached her, and she had to be quick. She removed her harem pants. Her pussy and ass were again exposed as her hunting shirt covered just below her navel.
She got down on her fours and turned her ass cheeks to the sun. She noticed that some soldiers were also posted in that direction, but she had no choice. They all got a delightful view of the royal bums. The sunlight fell on Padma’s ass cheeks affording an even better view. In the darkness of the forests her illuminated ass cheeks looked like some celestial fruit. The sight of those round, smooth, soft and flawless royal posterior transported the soldiers to a world of dreams and desire. They forgot their imminent deaths at the hands of those wild beasts.
The elephants suddenly stopped in their tracks. Their trumpets turned into whimpers. It was as if they had been all hit by lightning. They started backing away.
Padma wanted to be sure that the magic’s effects would sustain. She remained like that for a long time after the elephants left. She had suffered heavy casualties, and could not afford to take any further chances.
The men came and stood behind her like children at a candy store. Some of them didn’t even realize that involuntarily their hands were stroking their arousal as they all salivated shamelessly at the sight of their Maharani’s delicious derriere. Padma could feel their eyes and a deep hatred started building inside her. She was exposing herself to a group of lowly soldiers. She also felt and sensed their lust.
Fear and lust served a heady concoction. Padma’s pussy was flowing with delicious juices. The whole scene had again got her excited. Even the men could smell her, and they all inhaled deeply of that heady fragrance, each wanting a piece of her.
The shill cry of some birds shook them out of their reverie. Padma got up and dressed. The men also came back to their senses. Padma could feel her pants getting wet, from her juices. She hoped that she had not formed a spot there.
The men fell at her feet. They were not fools to not understand that their Maharani had saved them by some magical act. Padma bid them to get up and assess the casualties. They had lost thirty men.
Chapter 6
They rode on in silence. Padma was worried. Her forces were depleted and it would soon be dark. They could not turn back as they were deep inside the forests and far away from the capital. They decided to camp for the night below a small hillock.
The hard bed of her tent was no match for the soft bed of quilts Padma was accustomed to it. The strange sound of animals were producing an eerie effect and keeping her from sleeping. She had had a frugal meal of fruits and honey, which her men had collected from the forest. The elephants had destroyed most of their provisions.
She went over the incidents of the day, and again found her arousal rising.”Oh, Vikram! Where are you my love?” she moaned.
She had no choice. The sexual tension in her body had transgressed limits of her control. She extinguished the oil lamp in her room and lowered her pants. In the darkness her hand moved to her slit. It was sticky with her juices. She rubbed the puffed lips, moaning gently all the while. She imagined those lusty eyes on her nude body.
She closed her eyes and imagined Vikram was with her. Her fingers slid in easily, stimulating her clit. She could feel her body being engulfed in waves of pleasure as she brought herself to an intense orgasm. She held one hand over her mouth to stifle her scream.
Feeling much relieved, she lay back in peace. She had removed her hunting shirt and was sleeping in only her choli. She chose to indulge herself further. She removed the choli and stared pressing her soft breasts, enjoying the sensation immensely. Suddenly she remembered her lover’s second boon.
If you ever seek something in the night, you have to expose your breasts to the moon. The moon rays falling on your breasts will show you the right path.”
She ran out of her tent. There was a man standing guard outside her tent. He was both shocked and delighted to see Padma with her shapely and naked breasts. Padma looked at the sky, and saw the full moon. The moon rays fell on her naked breasts.
She walked to the guard whose mouth was agape. He was staring unabashedly at this wonderful sight. “Call out all the men immediately,” she ordered and rushed back into her tent.
The Maharani was already on her horse when the soldiers grouped. “Get ready. We leave immediately,” she commanded.
The men were dazed at this exquisite sight. A lovely woman with her bare breasts mounted on a white horse in the middle of the forest, with the full moon shining in the clear sky. The men were no poets, but they all felt like one. They observed that their commander was gifted. Her breasts were full, round, smooth, soft and shapely. The dark brown nipples were erect from the cold breeze and the gold coin size areola was of a chocolate color. They had neither any idea what she was up to nor did they care. Those royal jugs had taken them to another world.
Padma was surprised at how she felt. She did not feel angry as the men stood there in a daze. She felt good and affectionate towards them. “Go, get ready,” she said this time in a soft voice, which shattered the daze of the soldiers.
As Padma marched on in the moon with her tits hanging, her horse seemed to have a mind of its own. It chose a strange direction of its own volition. The men were not sure of this path, but by now they were aware that their Maharani knew what she was doing. Even if she did not, they couldn’t care less. They were all under the spell of her beauty. Her arrogance was forgiven and forgotten. They would gladly lay down their lives for her.
Padma‘s thoughts were different. She regretted not taking Vikram Singh seriously. “Why could I not learn the mantras or why did I have to be so fastidious about my diamond ring?” she thought. Her body being sated by her exertions in the tent before, she no longer felt any excitement. Instead she experienced great embarrassment at what she was doing. The great Maharani Padma whom all subjects feared was cavorting nude in front of her soldiers! A tear fell from her eyes, which soon become a steady flow.
A cold breeze made her tremble and she crossed her arms across her breasts to protect herself. The horse immediately stopped and she knew why. The moon could not see her breasts. She moved her arms away, and the horse resumed trotting.
The horse led them atop a small hillock. From the top they could see a settlement below. Padma knew that Jai Singh was hiding there. She now put on her choli back. She did not have to signal to anyone. A man came and stood behind her as she held the choli on her breasts. He tied it behind her back. She put on her shirt and addressed the men.
“Jai Singh hides below,” she informed them.
Her men knew she was right.
“But your royal Highness, we have to assess his strengths. We could be outnumbered.” The head of the soldiers had finally found his voice.
Padma knew he was right. But soon it would be daytime and they would no longer remain concealed. They had to make a move now. The Maharani had seen a lot in her young age. She had faced death many times. But this time it was different. Vikram Singh would not be there to protect her.
“We have no choice,” Padma explained. They split their small army into groups and decided to attack from different sides.
Chapter 7
The head soldier had been right. They were hopelessly outnumbered. Padma was captured alive and all her men were slaughtered.
She was presented before Jai Singh who was surrounded by his men. They all jeered and booed at the Maharani
“The bitch,” one voice said.
“Look at that slut, her head hangs in shame,” another voice spoke out.
“Let us strip her and make her walk naked,” a drunken man exclaimed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” a chorus was heard.
“She exploits us. Our children sleep in hunger while she whores around with her commander.”
The last comment was a slap on her face. She had always thought that her affair with Vikram was a secret. The hapless woman had no idea that public figures cannot have a private life.
She started sobbing which excited the crowd even more.
Jai Singh was seated on a wooden chair which his followers were treating like a throne. He got up and raised his hand. As if like magic, the crowd fell silent.
He looked at Padma,” Nice to meet you again Maharani!” The voice was dipped in sarcasm.
“I must admit that you have courage, unlike your courtiers. You come out in to the jungle to catch me! You must be mad, “he declared.
“I know that you do not want to learn from an illiterate farmer like me. But let me tell you something. Your men do what you tell them out of fear. These men,” he was waving to the crowd before continuing, “Will do what I tell them, out of respect and love. They know I work for their good. They trust me.”
Padma could not raise her head to face him. She had never been humiliated so much before. She knew her death was imminent and she wished it to be swift and immediate.
“Take her away,” Jai Singh commanded.
Chapter 8
Padma lay on the hard bed of her prison cell. She knew her fate. She only wished death to take her in his arms before any further humiliation. She was tired and didn’t realize when she fell asleep.
She woke up when she heard voices outside. She could see from her prison window that it was dark. The voices sounded angry and harsh. She felt scared and started trembling.
“Drag out the slut,” the first voice said.
“Let us enjoy her royal fruits,” the second voice said.
“Let her dance naked for us,” was the third voice.
She heard the prison door open and saw them enter. She could smell their foul breath. They were drunk. They clutched her hair and dragged her out.
Outside a big crowd waited and jeered. She was dragged to the center of an open enclosure. The bright moon above left her no place to hide. She felt hungry, thirsty and cold. But the men would not have any mercy.
“Get up,” they commanded. She did as they asked.
The men could see was crying. Her eyes were red. But she still looked lovely. Nature had gifted her in so much abundance that it would take a lot more misery to dim her loveliness. Her hair was loose and hung below her waist.
The men all drew closer to her like a magnet. They had never seen so much beauty before.
A sharp sword was held at her throat. “Remove your clothes,” the voice beside that sword said.
She stood there defiantly. The sword dug a bit deeper stretching the smooth skin more. “Do it.”
She had no choice. She brought her hands to her shirt. The sword moved away. Several pairs of lusty eyes saw her unbutton her shirt and cast it away. The men groaned when they saw the bare skin below that shirt. Those in front of her saw her smooth and deep cleavage. The others behind saw her bare back.
“Turn you bitch,” they jeered.
She turned around. Someone started playing a musical instrument.
“Dance you whore,” they commanded.
Padma’s subjects knew that she was a skilled dancer. She started dancing to the tune of the music.
“We want to see your mangoes,” one voice commanded and the others clapped in unison.
She stopped and cried, “Please do not make me do this. I beg of you. Please kill me, but do not make me do this.”
Her cries were responded to by taunts and boo.
“Watch the great Padma beg. What happened when we begged you not to levy your stupid taxes,” someone from the crowd said.
The sword appeared again.”Show us your this,” the voice said poking at her breasts with the sword.
She gave in and reached her hands behind to untie the choli before throwing it away. She felt like a whore now. She resumed her dance to the tune of the music, her well formed breasts springing with her steps. The men were all groaning and moaning.
“I wish the whore would warm my bed,” one man said.
“I wish I could touch them,” another man said.
Padma sobbed and danced, her fine tits swinging gaily in the air.
“We want to see the royal pussy,” a voice laughed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” there was a huge commotion.
Padma knew she had no choice. She tugged at the waist band of her harem pants which formed a heap at her legs. She stepped away from them, and stood before them in all her naked glory. Her tears had stopped as she was devoid of any feeling now. Her humiliation had been deep and complete. She made no attempt to hide the crown jewels. Her breasts, ass and pussy were all exposed for the pleasure of those lustful eyes.
Suddenly she remembered her lover’s third boon.
“If you are ever threatened by an enemy, you have to expose your breasts, ass and pussy. Your enemies will fall asleep.”
The realization brought her back to her senses. She knew that her deliverance would be swift. Her lover had not failed her on the previous two occasions and he would not fail her now.
Her haughtiness returned in the confidence of her lover’s magical prowess. She stood up more arrogantly, unmindful of her nudity, looking forward to her revenge.
She was to be disappointed. The music suddenly stopped and a sharp voice was heard, “Stop it!” It was the voice of Jai Singh. There was something in that voice which marked its owner out immediately for leadership.
The booing and jeering stopped and an eerie silence descended on the crowd. The crowd parted and allowed him to reach up to where Padma was standing. He took it all in, in a swift movement of his eyes. Her naked body, her lose hair, the sorrow in her eyes, and her dried tears.
He removed his uttariya from his shoulders, and draped it around her naked body. Padma noticed that his eyes were moist.
“Forgive me, Maharani. I was not here. I just returned. I am ashamed at the behavior of my men. They will all be punished. I am sorry,” he said in a voice that was choked with emotion.
He signaled, and some women appeared who led Padma away.
Next morning, Padma was sitting in a much more comfortable room. She had been bathed and she had eaten and drunk. She was dressed in a simple choli and lehnga with a cotton chunri around her shoulders. Jai Singh knocked and entered the room.
“Maharani Padma, we have made arrangements for your departure. My men will lead you to your palace. And the men who humiliated you have been punished,” he informed her.
“I have no place in my army for men who do not respect women,” he further added.
His voice was firm, but gentle. There was an air of authority around him. He reminded Padma of Vikram Singh.
“This does not mean that we will not continue our fight,” Jai Singh continued.”I will continue to lead my people against your unfair taxes and policies,” he warned.
For the first time in her life Padma was falling in love with a man other than Vikram Singh. She gazed shyly at his handsome features. He looked regal in his simple antariya. His torso was covered by a uttariya, but the strength in that body was evident. His eyes were bright and kind. She wished for him to hold her so she could lose herself in those strong arms.
Chapter 9
Maharani Padma was returned to the safety of her palace by Jai Singh’s man. She called for an emergency meeting of her courtiers. In the presence of all her ministers, Maharani Padma issued an ordinance that would immediately lift the additional taxes she had levied on her subjects.
There was widespread rejoicing in the kingdom. People held prayers to pray for the safety and long life of their Maharani.
Far away inside the forests, Jai Singh received the news with relief and happiness. He no longer had to fight this beautiful woman. He felt a joy in his heart which he had never known before. He could never forget the way she had looked at him before he had sent her away. The love and admiration in those eyes would be his cherished treasure for life.
Maharani Padma lay on her couch. She could not sleep. She was confused. She had never expected to be in love with two men at the same time. But she had no control over her heart. She wondered why the third boon of Vikram Singh had not manifested.
Vikram Singh had not told her that his magic spells would not work on a man who would truly love her.
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Glossary
{Shringar Kaksh : A woman’s dressing room
Choli: In contemporary India the choli is a midriff-baring blouse worn along with the sari.The choli is cut to fit tightly to the body and has short sleeves with a low neck. The choli is usually cropped, allowing exposure of the navel. In medieval India cholis were different. Back then choli was a piece of cloth that only covered the bust and tied in the back for support, leaving the shoulders and arms bare. The choli I refer to in my story, is of the last type.
Lehnga: A long formal or ceremonial skirt worn by Indian women.
Chunri: This is also called dupatta. It is a long, multi-purpose scarf traditionally worn across both shoulders. However, it can also be worn like a cape around the entire torso. There are various modes of wearing an unsewn chunri. When not draped over the head in the traditional style, it is usually worn with the middle portion of the chunri resting on the bosom like a garland with both ends thrown over each respective shoulder. It is essentially supposed to be an additional layer of clothing over the choli to protect a woman’s modesty.
Antariya: Antariya was the modern dhoti type main garment varying in size. Antariya was worn on the lower part of the body below the waist as the male dhoti in modern times. For those wondering what is dhoti, it is a rectangular piece of unstitched cloth, usually around 7 yards long, wrapped around the waist and the legs, and knotted at the waist.
Uttariya : An uttariya is a piece of dress in ancient India. It is scarf-like, and descends from the back of the neck to curl around both arms, and can be used to drape the top half of the body. It was usually made of fine cotton, but almost never of silk.
Tantric / Tantra: Someone who knows Tantra. Tantra is a religious philosophy according to which Shakti (Strength) is usually the main deity worshipped, and the universe is regarded as the divine play of shakti and shiva.(Hindu God of destruction).The word Tantra also applies to any of the scriptures commonly identified with the worship of Shakti. Tantrics in ancient India were supposed to be bestowed with special powers from their practice of tantra.
Mulmul: Mulmul or muslin is a very fine plain weave cotton fabric.
In addition I have used the following words frequently. These words have today become a part of the English dictionary, But I would still like to define them.
Maharani: Empress
Durbar: Court
The name of the central protagonist Padma means lotus in Sanskrit.
Rival
The new girl had been on campus less than a week, and a not-so-friendly rivalry was already developing. Andrea Drake didn’t like other girls edging in on her turf, and that was exactly what was happening, ever since Holly Glass walked into their Organic Chemistry class on Wednesday morning.
After reading the note that accompanied Holly’s new schedule, the professor muttered something about the new girl being a late transfer from another university. At first, Andrea couldn’t really be bothered. The exam was about to start and she had her GPA to think about. Holly took an empty seat on the other side of the classroom and was handed a test booklet like everyone else.
‘Good luck,’ Andrea thought.
A smirk crept across her face when she thought about how much information had been crammed into the novella-sized study guide, and how hopeless this girl’s chances were if she was just coming into the class today. This professor was one of the toughest, most exacting instructors in their nationally ranked science department. Without giving the new girl another thought, Andrea tucked a loose strand of her long, curled blond hair behind her ear and dove into the exam. When she was three-quarters of the way through, Andrea looked up and noted with surprise that the new girl was already turning in her exam.
‘Must have given up and just guessed on most of them,’ Andrea reasoned, before returning to the test at hand.
Twenty minutes later, Andrea turned in her own test and walked out of the classroom feeling confident.
After a quick lunch, Andrea headed for practice. While most girls competed in more traditional sports like volleyball or softball, Andrea was one of a half dozen girls who enjoyed the challenge of mixed discipline sports, and actively competed on the school’s pentathlon team. Imagine her surprise when the coach walked in with a new addition.
“Girls,” the coach said. “I’d like you all to meet the university’s newest pentathlete... Holly Glass.”
The girls each welcomed Holly in turn, but Andrea only offered a weak, disinterested handshake and chuckled at the girl’s choice of long, boyish running shorts and a T-shirt over the more popular option of fitted shorts and tank tops that she and the other girls wore, emblazoned with the university’s logo. Combined with her straight brown hair, Andrea found her entirely plain and uninteresting.
“Okay, everyone!” The coach yelled, blowing her whistle. “We’re circuit training today! We’ll start with the 60-meter hurdles, then move on to the high jump, the shot put, the long jump, and finish up with our 800-meter sprint. Get into your lanes!”
The whistle blasted again, prompting the girls to hurry into position.When the coach fired her starter pistol, Andrea was out of the gate like a champ, sprinting down the track and clearing the first hurdle with ease. She quickly fell into her rhythm and outpaced the other girls like she always did. But then, out of her peripheral vision, a pair of feet, then legs came into view. Holly was keeping pace with her. She was even beginning to pull ahead!
Furious, Andrea pushed ahead, willing herself to go faster. But as fast as she was, Holly was just a little faster and, for the first time all season, Andrea finished the 60-meter hurdles in second place.If she thought that was aggravating, Andrea was positively seething by the end of the circuit. Somehow, Holly managed to hurdle quicker, high jump higher, throw a shot put farther, long jump longer, and sprint faster than Andrea. Not by much, but just enough to ensure that the blonde remained firmly in second place for every event, each time they completed a circuit.
“Well, well, well,” the coach chortled as practice wrapped up. “Looks like you’ve got some competition this year, Ms. Drake.”
Andrea glared at Holly, but the brunette didn’t seem to notice.
“That’s enough for today,” the coach continued. “Go on and hit the showers. See you all tomorrow.”
As Holly headed into the locker room, the other girls on the team offered compliments and commendations. All except Andrea, who stormed off into the locker room ahead of them.
Andrea was still simmering as she stripped off her tank top and sports bra, dropping them to the ground. She peeled off her fitted shorts and panties, which joined the pile as she crossed over to the showers. She let the hot, steamy water cascade over her tired muscles, but she couldn’t relax with the knowledge that today she was only second best.
The other girls soon joined her in the shower, but Holly wasn’t among them. Andrea looked out into the locker room just in time to see Holly, still wearing her workout clothes, exit the locker room in a hurry.
On Thursday, Andrea’s week went from bad to worse.
“Congratulations, Ms. Drake,” the professor said as he handed back her O-Chem exam. “Ninety-five percent... excellent as usual.”
Andrea beamed.
“But,” the professor continued. “Not quite as good as Ms. Glass, who scored a ninety-eight.”
Andrea felt her cheeks flush with indignation as the professor smiled at Holly and handed her test back. It was bad enough that this new girl had embarrassed her at practice yesterday, but humiliating her in class too? This was just too much, and Andrea spent the rest of the class trying to bore a hole in the back of Holly’s head with a glowering stare.
Even if she were hungry (which she wasn’t), Andrea wouldn’t have eaten lunch. She picked at her food for a few minutes before resolving to get to practice early. Maybe a few extra minutes stretching and loosening up would help.
In the locker room, Andrea quickly changed into her training clothes. She was halfway dressed when she was startled by the sound of the only bathroom stall in the locker room opening. Holly stepped out and didn’t seem to notice Andrea off to one side as she hurriedly stuffed her things in a locker.
“Hey,” Andrea said.
Holly just about jumped out of her skin. She turned to face Andrea and immediately turned a bright shade of red upon noticing that the blonde was still topless.
“Did you just change in there?” Andrea asked.
Holly averted her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.
“Yeah,” Holly replied. I’m a little shy.”
Noting that Holly was actively avoiding looking at her, Andrea smiled and approached the new girl, not making the slightest effort to cover her full, exposed breasts. She moved close enough so that Holly couldn’t avoid her, and smiled as the brunette turned an even brighter shade of crimson.
“It’s okay,” Andrea said, nonchalant. “It’s just us girls in the locker room. Not like you have to worry about a boy seeing you or anything.”Holly quickly stuffed her things in a locker and slammed it shut.
“I really should get out there and warm up,” Holly mumbled, rushing out of the locker room.
Andrea let a tiny laugh slip out once Holly had run from the locker room.
“This is going to be fun.”
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Holly felt like things were going really well at her new university. She had managed to find equivalent classes for her entire course load, they had a women’s pentathlon team on campus, and she was now going to the same school as her boyfriend. All of that almost made up for the financial aid mix-up that had required her to switch universities mid-semester. But what could she do? She was on scholarship and had to go where they told her to go; there’s no way she could afford universities like these on her own.
Thursday was the second practice for the pentathlon team. And just like Wednesday, Holly managed to outpace Andrea in all the events. It was close, though, and Holly had always enjoyed the thrill of competition. Still, Holly found it difficult to make eye contact with the other girl today, after seeing her naked in the locker room earlier.
Holly had always been shy around the female body, especially hers. She had developed quickly as a teenager, and had been blessed (or cursed, as she saw it) with large, full breasts, an hourglass figure, and supple curves. She had been the subject of ridicule all through junior high and high school, and had since developed a severe insecurity about her body, to the point where she didn’t even like to be naked when she was alone. She made her boyfriend turn out the lights whenever they made love, and her yearly physicals with her doctor were the source of weeks upon weeks of gut-wrenching worry and anxiety.
After practice, Holly went about her usual routine of gathering up her belongings and bolting out of the locker room as quickly as possible, before she had to endure the other girls stripping down and showering.
She was about to make her escape, when Andrea and the other girls suddenly trapped her between a row of lockers, preventing her exit.
“Hi there,” Andrea said with a syrupy-sweet tone.
“Hi,” Holly replied, wary.
“The girls and I were just thinking about what we could do to welcome you to the team,” Andrea continued, a thin smile spreading across her lips. “You know, since you’re turning out to be such a great addition to the team.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Holly said, easing up a little.
“Oh, we really do,” Andrea insisted, pulling out a small bag.
She handed it to Holly, who curiously peered inside and pulled out two garments. They were the fitted shorts and tank top with the school logo that the other girls wore.
“We noticed you didn’t have a uniform yet, so I got all the girls to pitch in and we bought one for you.”
Holly immediately started to sweat at the idea of wearing those skimpy clothes to practice.
“Uh, thanks,” Holly finally said. “That’s really nice of you.”
She moved to stuff the new clothes in her bag, but Andrea grabbed her wrist.
“Well?” Andrea prompted. “Try them on! We had to guess your size, but I think they’ll fit.”
Holly was horrified, and felt her cheeks start to burn with embarrassment. Change in front of all these other girls? But could she refuse without alienating her teammates?
“Come on,” Andrea insisted, grabbing her running shorts and tugging on them. “Show us what they look like on you!”
The last thing Holly wanted to do was make the whole team hate her. And maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. After all, she could still keep her bra and panties on. Reluctantly, she pulled off the T-shirt and dropped her running shorts, revealing a conservative sports bra and underwear.
“Nice panties,” Andrea teased, encouraging the laughter from some of the other girls. “Did you borrow them from Granny?”
Holly quickly grabbed for the new clothes and forced them on as quickly as humanly possible, while Andrea and the others continued to tease her about her underwear. She was flush from head to toe as she struggled into the stretchy Lycra, feeling it cling to her, hugging the curves of her body when she finally got them on. Without a single curve or contour left to the imagination, Holly felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her breasts and genitals, even as they hid behind the material of her new outfit.
“You look great!” Andrea exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m so glad we could do this for you. Now you don’t have to wear these ratty old things.”
Before Holly could object, Andrea had grabbed her old workout clothes and dumped them into the nearest garbage can.
Then, as Holly stood there in the revealing workout clothes, thinking it couldn’t get any worse ... it did. The other girls began to undress for the showers! Her face turned a whole new shade of red at all the nudity around her, until she was certain she looked like an overgrown strawberry.
“Aren’t you going to shower?” Andrea asked innocently as she stripped off her shorts.
“I, uh ...” Holly stuttered. “I have to go.”
Andrea giggled with glee as Holly fled the locker room.
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As she rushed home, Holly could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she walked through campus; particularly guys, who all seemed to be admiring her feminine curves, now prominently on display thanks to her skin-tight workout clothes. Several made lewd comments that made Holly acutely aware of just how much of her body they could see, and sent shivers down her spine as she walked.
“Nice ass, cutie!”
“Damn girl! Bring those Double-Ds over here!”
“Great legs! How’d you like to wrap ‘em around me?”
One guy was bold enough to actually brush up against her and grope her ass through the thin material of her shorts.
“Hey there, gorgeous. Need some company tonight?”
Holly turned beet-red and pushed away from the guy, sprinting the rest of the way home as he and his friends laughed at catcalled after her.
She slammed the apartment door, breathing heavy from the run across campus. All she wanted was for her boyfriend to hold her and tell her everything would be all right. Instead, she found a note on the kitchen counter.
The brothers called us to a meeting tonight. Be home later. Don’t wait up. – Wyatt
Holly hated the fact that her boyfriend was rushing a fraternity this year. Instead of spending their first semester together, he was always out with the other pledges, doing whatever demented activities the brothers could come up with. But Holly knew how important this fraternity was to Wyatt. His father and his father’s father had both belonged to the same fraternity, and Wyatt didn’t want to disappoint his parents.
So it looked like Holly was in for another night alone.
She moved into the bedroom, closing the door and making sure the blinds were closed. Even with the room completely closed off (and inside an empty apartment), Holly still went into the bathroom to change out of her workout clothes. She brought her usual outfit with her – a pair of baggy jeans and an oversized T-shirt.
In the bathroom, she peeled off the clingy tank top and her sports bra. The fitted shorts were next, but she stopped at the underwear. They were completely drenched! Had she really sweat that much during practice? As she tugged off her panties, some of the material grazed against her clit and caused her to involuntarily moan in pleasure. Surprised, Holly lowered a tentative hand down and ran her fingers over her slit. She was soaking wet! The touch sent another shiver through her body and it was then that she realized how horny she was.
When Holly got this way, she knew there was only one option. As much as the idea of masturbation bothered her, there were times when her body would just not take no for an answer. As she stepped out of her clothes, she leaned against the bathroom counter and spread her legs apart just enough to provide access to her aching womanhood. She wasted no time running an anxious finger along the length of her slit, dipping inside herself every so often as she drove herself crazy.
As she pleasured herself, she suddenly thought of all the guys who had been looking at her on the way home. The lewd things they had said, the way they had objectified her and talked about her body... those thoughts were turning her on! With her ass pressed against the cold granite of the countertop, her other hand moved to her clit and rubbed the sensitive nub in rhythm with the fingers that were now plunging in and out of her slick pussy. She couldn’t even stifle the guttural moan that ripped from her throat as a sudden orgasm rushed through her body, causing her to collapse on the bathroom floor as her knees gave out.
When it was over, Holly pulled herself together, breathing heavy. She had never had such an intense climax, and wondered if the idea of other guys wanting her for her body had anything to do with it. Deep down inside, she knew it did.
When Wyatt got home later that night, Holly was reading in bed. He was tired, but one look at his beautiful girlfriend and sleep was the last thing on his mind. Wyatt slipped into bed and took the book from her hands, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. Holly was startled at first, and would normally have insisted on a little more romance and foreplay, but she was still in the mood from everything that happened earlier.
They kissed and were really starting to get into it, when Wyatt began to tug on her pajama bottoms, pulling them toward her ankles.
“The light,” Holly reminded him.
“Sorry, I forgot.” Wyatt sighed, leaning over and switching off the bedside lamp, submerging them both in darkness.
Sometimes, he wished his girlfriend wasn’t such a prude all the time. They’d been dating for over a year (and having sex for six months), and he still hadn’t seen her naked yet. She insisted on sleeping in pajamas every night, and making love with the light off every time. Even in the dark, she refused to let him remove her top. Just her pajama bottoms to provide him with access. As soon as they were done, the pajama bottoms went back on.
Wyatt groaned as he slid effortlessly inside Holly.
“God, you’re so wet,” he commented, noting his girlfriend’s state of heightened arousal.
Holly said nothing. She moaned loudly as Wyatt penetrated her, and pulled him in for a deep kiss as their bodies merged.
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The next day, Holly got to the locker room early, just like she always did. Even if she had to wear the new uniform, she would at least ensure that she could change in private, and be in and out of the locker room before any of the other girls got there to change.
She grabbed her things and headed for the bathroom stall, panicking when she realized it was locked.
“It’ll be a few minutes,” Andrea said cheerily from the other side.
“Oh,” Holly replied. “Sorry.”
She looked at the clock on the wall. The other girls would probably start arriving pretty soon. As much as she wanted to wait for the stall, the locker room was completely empty right now (except for Andrea). If she waited, the other girls would see her go into the stall to change, and would probably tease her.
The more she thought about it, the more she resigned herself to the fact that she’d just have to change in the empty locker room. Every minute that she wasted was another minute closer to having someone walk in on her.
She moved over to an empty aisle of lockers and quickly stripped off her clothes, determined to change in record time. She didn’t hear Andrea creep silently out of the bathroom stall and approach her, remaining hidden behind a row of lockers. At the precise moment that Holly had removed all of her clothes, Andrea stepped out and started snapping pictures with the digital camera she was carrying.
The flash startled Holly, who quickly turned bright red and instinctively covered her breasts and crotch with her hands.
“Andrea! What are you doing?”
“Just having a little fun,” Andrea replied, laughing. “What would a team be without a little hazing?”
As she continued to snap pictures, Holly backed away from her and around the corner into another row of lockers in an attempt to avoid the camera.
“Stop it!” Holly cried. “Please!”
“Sorry,” Andrea said with venom creeping into her voice. “But nobody shows me up and gets away with it.”
With Holly hiding around the corner, Andrea grabbed her bag, stuffing all of her clothes into it and bolting for the door.
“By the way,” Andrea cackled. “Practice was canceled today. Have fun getting home without any clothes, loser!”
She was out the door before Holly could pick her jaw up off the floor.
What was she going to do now? She was completed naked, with no clothing whatsoever ... and no one was coming that could give her something to wear!
Holly still covered her private areas with her hands, despite being alone in the locker room. She was completely naked, without a stitch of clothing anywhere in the room. To make matters worse, it was a Friday afternoon. There wouldn’t be anybody coming for hours, until the janitor came to close up at night. So her choices were to spend eight hours naked in the locker room alone, and then let the janitor see her naked as she explained herself and begged for some clothes ... or she could try something now and get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
She remembered that there was an equipment room down the hall. The girls’ locker room and the storage closet were on one side of the long hallway in the gymnasium, and the boys’ locker room and the equipment room were on the other side. She had seen the equipment room open enough times to know that there were dozens of sports uniforms and warm up clothes on those shelves.All she needed to do was make it down the hallway.
Keeping her hands firmly covering her lady parts, Holly opened the locker room door a crack and peered out into the hall. It was completely deserted. If she was fast, she could make it.
Before she lost her nerve, Holly darted out of the locker room and ran down the hall, her bare feet pitter-pattering on the tile floor of the hallway. She made it to the equipment room and jiggled the handle.
Locked.
She groaned in defeat as she shook the handle, praying that the lock would give.
And then she heard the voices. Holly froze in place, her ears perked up. People were coming. She started back toward the girls’ locker room before she realized the voices (and there were a lot of them) were coming from that side of the building. She’d never made it back to her locker room before they rounded the corner and found her in the middle of the hallway, stark naked.
Holly quickly evaluated her options. She only had two. She could run out the door on her side of the hallway ... that lead out onto campus. Or she could run into the boys’ locker room. She began to sweat; neither option was ideal, but she was out of time and had nowhere to go.
She chose the lesser of two evils and ducked into the boys’ locker room. It was Friday afternoon; it was probably just some lingering students taking a shortcut through the hallway on their way to the parking lot. There weren’t any other teams still practicing. Were there?
Holly dashed through the boys’ locker room, frantically looking for somewhere to hide. Without many options, she ducked into the bathroom stall, slamming the door shut and locking it.
Her worst nightmare was realized when she heard the locker room door open and guys start pouring into the locker room, whooping and hollering.
The football team!
How could she have forgotten about them? They practiced every day! Not that she had many other options. Holly didn’t have any choice but to hide in the stall and pray that she could avoid detection long enough to escape; preferably with some clothes.
Holly waited until she heard the showers start up, and then waited a little longer, until she was reasonably sure that everyone had enough time to get under the water and wasn’t still milling around the locker room. She unlocked the door and opened it a crack. Seeing that the coast was clear, she opened the door a little wider and prepared to make her escape. There was plenty of clothing lying around; she could make a run for the door and grab a shirt and pants from one of the lockers on her way.
She darted out of the stall, still covering herself as best as possible, and into the nearest aisle of lockers, nearly slamming into a guy who was still getting undressed. His eyes went wide and she shrieked in surprise, stumbling backwards and falling onto her butt. She felt the cold locker room floor against her backside as she tried her best to cover herself.
“Well, well,” he said loudly. “What have we got here?”
“Please,” Holly begged, trying to avoid looking at the naked guy’s package. “Don’t say anything.”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as a wicked smile crossed the guy’s lips.
“Hey boys! Look what we’ve got here!”
A mortified Holly turned white as a ghost as the guy’s teammates joined him, all grinning at the site of a totally nude girl on their locker room floor. Soon, guys had surrounded her in an effort to get a better look, effectively cutting off any escape.
“Please,” Holly begged again. “I just need some clothes so I can go home.”
“What happened?” the first guy sneered. “Couldn’t keep the ones you had on in the first place?”
Holly’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as his teammates laughed along with him.
“I ... uh ... I’m being hazed,” Holly managed to say.
“Oh,” the guy observed. “Well in that case, we’d be happy to help you out.”
“Really?” Holly asked, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Sure,” the guy said, smirking. “As long as you do exactly what we say.”
The pit of Holly’s stomach dropped out as she looked from one guy’s face to another. They all had the same lascivious gaze.
“First,” the guy started. “I think you need to beg for our help.”
“PLEASE,” Holly emphasized.
“Not like that,” the guy continued. “Like you mean it. On your knees.”
A few of his teammates chuckled as Holly’s mouth dropped in shock. Still, she could see they were serious, and figured she might as well get it over with. She crawled to her knees, resting her butt on her heels and still covering her lady parts with her hands.The guy shook his head.
“This is going to take even longer if you stall like this. Beg like you really mean it,” he demanded. “On your knees, sitting up, with your hands clasped in front of you.”
A humiliated Holly reluctantly did as she was told, rising up so that her knees were on the ground and she was sitting up straight. With great difficulty, she managed to peel her hands away from her protected treasures and clasped them in front of her.
“Will you please help me?” Holly beseeched them, knowing full well that in this position, every guy on the team had a perfect, unobstructed view of either her ass or her pussy, and that her breasts were being pressed together by her arms, creating an impressive amount of cleavage for them to appreciate.
“Of course we’ll help,” the guy replied warmly. “Since you asked so nicely, it would be rude of us to ignore your request.”
Holly relaxed a little, until the guy continued.
“Then again,” he reasoned. “You are naked in the locker room. And since your team did send you in here, don’t you think it’d be a little unfair to just have you come in and leave, just like that?”
“I ... uh ... I ...”
The guy knelt down so that he was looking Holly directly in the eye. She tried her best to keep her eyes focused on his, rather than another part of his anatomy, or that of the rest of the team, which were hovering over her.
“I think you need to shower,” the guy crowed. “You know, to make sure your time with us is well spent.”
The other guys whooped and hollered their agreement. If Holly could have curled up into a tiny ball and disappeared, she would have.
“And after that I can go?” She asked.
The guy nodded.
“After you finish a full shower, you can go.”
Holly reluctantly got to her feet and shuffled over to the shower. At this point, her entire body was flushed with embarrassment, and she did her best to remain covered. Not that it really mattered; every guy in the locker room had already gotten a good look at her, and if they hadn’t, they were about to.
The guy in charge pointed her to one of the showerheads in the middle of the shower room, where she’d be prominently on display for every guy in the room. He handed her a bar of soap and a small bottle of shampoo.
“Go for it,” he teased.
Holly figured the best course of action was to get through it as quickly as possible. She took the shampoo bottle and squirted some into her hands before bending down to set the bottle on the floor. This prompted her to turn a brighter shade of red and straighten up quickly. She rubbed the shampoo into her scalp quickly, working it through her shoulder length brown hair as fast as she could.
She could feel everyone’s eyes on her naked body as she closed her eyes and rinsed her hair. They had an unfettered view of everything. Her breasts, her ass, her crotch. Everything was on display for them as she washed her hair.
When she was done with the hair, the guy handed her a bar of soap. If she thought the hair washing was bad, soaping her body was worse. In an attempt to avert her gaze from the guy in front of her, she looked off to the side, where she noticed several guys had erect members, aroused by the sight of a beautiful woman running soapy hands over her own body, suds trailing down between her cleavage and the crack of her ass. As she looked around the room, she quickly realized that nearly every guy in the locker room was aroused; some of them were even absently stroking themselves as they watched her.
Mortified, she finished soaping herself down as quickly as possible and shut off the shower.
“Can I go now?” Holly asked, humiliated.
“Of course,” the guy said. “A deal’s a deal. The door’s over there. You’re free to go.”
“Can I have a towel and some clothes?”
“Well,” the guy said, another smirk spreading across his thin lips. “That wasn’t exactly part of the deal, was it? We said you could go after you showered. We didn’t say anything about clothes or a towel.”
Holly swallowed hard and looked at the leering faces of all the guys.
“I suppose we could loan you some clothes,” he observed. “But the question is ... what are you willing to give us in exchange?”
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Andrea chuckled as one of the football players recounted Holly’s humiliation in the locker room for her. Her plan had worked out even better than she could have imagined.
“Good,” Andrea said merrily. “That’ll teach the bitch to mess with me.”
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Holly had never been so humiliated in all her life. As she made her way home in one of the guys’ button-down shirts and a pair of track pants, she wondered what she could have possibly done to Andrea to provoke such a prank. Could Andrea Drake really be so insecure that she had to embarrass anybody who did better at something than she did?
Regardless of the reasoning, Holly vowed revenge on Andrea for the degradation she’d been forced to endure as a result of the prank.
Holly spent all of Friday night moping around and thinking about what had happened in the locker room. She had been naked in front of the entire football team! She couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about how embarrassing it had been. But then, another thought started to creep into her head. Was it really that bad? I mean, they hadn’t forced her to do anything sexual or anything. It was just a little public nudity. And really, what was the big deal? Clearly, the guys had enjoyed looking. She thought back to how some of them had actually been pleasuring themselves while they watched her shower, and she had to admit that the idea excited her a little bit. Even as she lay in bed thinking about it, she found herself slipping a hand inside her panties and absently tracing the length of her slit as she thought about the looks she had gotten from the football team.
As her moans rose in volume, Wyatt stirred in his sleep and looked over at her.
“Is everything okay?” He asked.
She responded by reaching over and turning on the light.
“What are you doing?” Wyatt asked, squinting his eyes against the light.
“I want you to see me,” Holly replied, lifting her pajama top up over her head, revealing her full, round breasts.
Wyatt was wide awake now, staring at his girlfriend like she was possessed.
“Are you sure?” He questioned.
She took a deep breath and steeled her nerves, responding by standing up on the bed and dropping her panties and pajama bottoms. She was completely nude, and Wyatt was seeing her for the first time.
“I don’t want to hide behind the clothes anymore,” she said simply. “Not with you.”
She fell into Wyatt’s arms, kissing him deeply.
“Now make love to me.”
After a night of passionate lovemaking, the last thing Holly wanted was for Wyatt’s infernal cell phone to go off, with another summons from the fraternity brothers. But it did, and she had to let her boyfriend go, who apologized a hundred times and made her promise to stay just the way she was (naked) until he returned.
Holly’s newfound confidence in her body and lack of inhibitions about nudity (at least around Wyatt) were an unanticipated benefit of Andrea’s prank. The blonde would still pay, there was no mistake about that, but Holly felt more alive and free than she had in years. She enjoyed the sensation by lounging around the apartment without a stitch of clothing. She watched television on the couch, naked. She read a book in the recliner, naked. She even fixed herself a bowl of cereal and sat on one of the barstool at the counter, naked. It was all very liberating. She may not want to go back into the guys’ locker room for round two, but she could definitely handle exposing a little more skin in the privacy of their own apartment.
When Wyatt got back, Holly was relaxing in a bubble bath. She invited Wyatt to join her, but something was clearly wrong with her boyfriend’s mood.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Our pledge class’ final assignment,” he groaned. “We each have to bring a date to the party after the initiation ceremony.”
“So?” Holly questioned. That didn’t seem so bad.
“Our dates have to strip down and attend the party naked.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Holly scoffed.
“I know,” Wyatt complained. “But that’s the rule. They said that if we can’t bring a date, or if our date doesn’t get naked at the party, then we won’t get in. It’s so stupid.”
Holly thought it over as her boyfriend sat there with his head in his hands. She knew how important this fraternity was to him. Could she really do this for him? She certainly didn’t want him to take some other girl as his date (especially if she was going to be getting naked). And would she? And if he told this girl ahead of time, would the brothers find out and kick him out anyway?Then she thought about the locker room again ... and how she hated to admit it, but having guys ogling her naked body actually turned her on. That was the thought that ignited her passions last night, and it was those images in her head that propelled her to a night of unparalleled passion with Wyatt that night.
Would the embarrassment of being naked in front of other people again be worth the rush later? And it’s not like it would be any worse than being around a bunch of naked guys in the locker room.
Suddenly, another thought popped into her head.
“I’ll do it,” Holly replied confidently.
Wyatt’s jaw dropped.
“What?”
“I’ll do it,” Holly repeated. “I’ll go to the party naked for you. As long as you can do something for me.”
Wyatt stared at Holly in shock. Who was this person, and what had she done with Holly?
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Andrea was thrilled to be invited to a Delta Iota Kappa party. They were the most prominent fraternity on campus, and their parties were always legendary, each more elaborate and extravagant than the last. You had to know someone to get into the party, so Andrea didn’t have to think twice when Jacob approached her about going. Even if he was only a pledge, he was relatively good looking and could get her into the exclusive soiree.
Jacob mentioned that each pledge’s date would probably get a lot of attention at the party (since they were rushing), so Andrea made sure she looked her best. She wore a tiny dress that barely made it down to mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. Jacob picked her up outside the dorm and drove to the fraternity’s house, a couple miles off campus.
For the first hour of the evening, Andrea paid marginal attention to her date, but was more interested in making a good impression with all the fraternity brothers who were hosting the party. If she could make a good impression, she could find herself on the A-list for the rest of the semester. But her high spirits were nearly shattered when she saw Holly walk in with Wyatt.
What was she doing here? How did she get into the party?
Andrea didn’t have much time to think about it.
“Okay,” one of the fraternity brothers yelled, after whistling loudly to get everyone’s attention. “All the pledges are here with their dates, so let’s get this party started.”
Andrea looked around confused... then her jaw dropped in shock when she saw the other girls quickly removing their clothes.
“What the hell is going on?” Andrea demanded, looking at her date.
“Did I forget to tell you?” Jacob said sarcastically. “It’s a CMNF party. Clothed Male, Nude Female. Oops ... my bad.”
Andrea couldn’t believe her ears. There had to be at least fifty guys in the room. They’d all be staring at her! As the girls continued dressing down, Andrea’s eyes darted over to Holly. Surely she’d be mortified at this turn of events. Right?
To her shock and amazement, Holly had already discarded her blouse, and was just stepping out of her skirt. She gave Andrea a friendly wave and stared her down, completely naked, hands on her hips in defiance.Andrea turned to face her date.
“Get me out of here, Jacob. I don’t want to do this.”
“Don’t to that to Jacob,” Holly said, whispering into Andrea’s ear as she stepped in close behind the blonde. “He’s a friend of ours, and we can’t have you ruining his chances of joining the fraternity just because you’re a little too modest.”
“Hey, everyone!” She shouted out, to get the room’s attention. “This one’s feeling a little shy.”
Andrea cringed at the resounding boos and catcalls that were being hurled at her.
“Here,” Holly said, snickering. “Why don’t you let me help you with this!”
Before Andrea could react, Holly had pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders and yanked down, tearing the material off her body and leaving the blonde completely naked in front of the crowd. Of all the days she chose to go without a bra and panties!
Humiliated, Andrea tried her best to cover up, plastering one hand across her breasts and using the other to cover her crotch. Unfortunately, that left her rear end open, which Jacob greeted with an affectionate slap.
“Guys! She was the last one undressed. You know what that means!”
Andrea’s head was spinning. When she eventually regained her focus, she was looking right at Holly, who had a wide, satisfied grin on her face.
“Being the last one with clothes on is a party foul,” Holly explained to her. “Now you have to be the centerpiece.”
“T-The centerpiece? To what?”
Andrea discovered the answer to her question all too quickly, as several fraternity brothers grabbed and dragged her, kicking and screaming, to the billiard table in the middle of the room. They plopped her down onto the table and two guys held her down, while four others used their neckties to bind her wrists and ankles securely to the table’s legs, leaving her stretched out and spread-eagle on top.
With their centerpiece in place, the brothers placed snacks and drinks around her, inviting everyone at the party to enjoy the refreshments.
Every inch of Andrea’s skin was scarlet red as she was helpless to cover herself up or do much of anything while guys and girls alike helped themselves to refreshments, and unobstructed views of every inch of Andrea’s naked body. Several guys “accidentally” brushed against her, touching a breast instead of the bag of chips, or the inside of her thigh instead of the orange soda.
After more than an hour, Holly approached the billiard table with Wyatt and smiled at Andrea.
“Have you met my boyfriend, Wyatt?” Holly asked rhetorically. “He’s rushing Delta Iota Kappa this year. After we told the guys what you did to me, they were more than happy to help even the odds a little. Especially since, you know, it meant seeing a girl naked for an extended period of time.”
Andrea’s face twisted with rage and she opened her mouth to say something, but clamped her mouth shut when Holly ran a finger along the length of her slit, eliciting an unintended moan.
“Now, now.” Holly scolded. “I want you to think very carefully about what you’re going to say next. Because if I don’t like it, I’m going to tell everyone at the party just how wet you are being tied down naked like this.”
The bound girl’s eyes went wide with fright and she shook her head violently. Andrea didn’t want to admit it, but being helplessly exposed to an entire roomful of people was really turning her on.
“Please,” Andrea begged her. “Don’t.”
Holly shrugged.
“I’m not completely heartless. Besides, I’m only doing to you what you did to me. After this, we’re even.”
“Not by a long shot,” Andrea muttered under her breath.
“No?” Holly asked.
Andrea cringed when she realized Holly heard her little comment.
“Well then I might as well get as much mileage out of tonight as I can, if you’re going to come after me again anyway.”
“Hey boys!” Holly shouted, getting the entire room’s attention. “Your centerpiece is leaking a little bit. You better come over and check it out before it ruins your tabletop.”
As everyone at the party rushed over to the table, Holly waved Andrea’s dress in front of the helpless girl.
“I’ll just hold onto this for you, since you won’t be needing it anytime soon. Oh, and I heard Jacob’s taking off pretty soon, so hopefully you can make other arrangements to get yourself home. Naked.”
Andrea glared at Holly until she could no longer see her rival behind the wall of people that were now crowding around her. Girls and guys alike taunted her, touching her all over and making lewd comments about how wet this was all making her.In her entire life, Andrea had never been so humiliated. Come Monday morning, half of the A-list students at the school will have not only seen her in a state of undress, but will have seen every square inch of skin on her body, not to mention how aroused she was to be the center of attention like this.
It was shaping up to be another memorable Delta Iota Kappa party ... and Andrea was its centerpiece.
She could already hear the chants of “slut” and “whore” starting to make their way around the room.
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Andrea often thought back to the night of the party. Even the memories caused her cheeks to burn with embarrassment over the humiliation she had been forced to endure.
The worst part hadn’t been the fact that she had been tied to that damned pool table for almost six hours, or that a few of the guys had fingered her to orgasm while the rest of the partygoers watched. It wasn’t even all the talking behind her back and knowing leers from other students the following Monday. The worst part had been the long walk home after the party.
At the apparent prompting of Wyatt and Jacob, the fraternity brothers took it upon themselves to see Andrea home safely ... by making her walk, totally nude, down the middle of the street, while they followed behind in a truck so that they could bathe her naked body in the halogen glow of their headlights, and blast their horn to draw the attention of every house they passed. It was two miles of pure mortification.
Those memories of that long walk home where what now gave her the conviction to plan her revenge.
If Holly thought the locker room was bad, she hadn’t seen anything yet ...
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After reading the note that accompanied Holly’s new schedule, the professor muttered something about the new girl being a late transfer from another university. At first, Andrea couldn’t really be bothered. The exam was about to start and she had her GPA to think about. Holly took an empty seat on the other side of the classroom and was handed a test booklet like everyone else.
‘Good luck,’ Andrea thought.
A smirk crept across her face when she thought about how much information had been crammed into the novella-sized study guide, and how hopeless this girl’s chances were if she was just coming into the class today. This professor was one of the toughest, most exacting instructors in their nationally ranked science department. Without giving the new girl another thought, Andrea tucked a loose strand of her long, curled blond hair behind her ear and dove into the exam. When she was three-quarters of the way through, Andrea looked up and noted with surprise that the new girl was already turning in her exam.
‘Must have given up and just guessed on most of them,’ Andrea reasoned, before returning to the test at hand.
Twenty minutes later, Andrea turned in her own test and walked out of the classroom feeling confident.
After a quick lunch, Andrea headed for practice. While most girls competed in more traditional sports like volleyball or softball, Andrea was one of a half dozen girls who enjoyed the challenge of mixed discipline sports, and actively competed on the school’s pentathlon team. Imagine her surprise when the coach walked in with a new addition.
“Girls,” the coach said. “I’d like you all to meet the university’s newest pentathlete... Holly Glass.”
The girls each welcomed Holly in turn, but Andrea only offered a weak, disinterested handshake and chuckled at the girl’s choice of long, boyish running shorts and a T-shirt over the more popular option of fitted shorts and tank tops that she and the other girls wore, emblazoned with the university’s logo. Combined with her straight brown hair, Andrea found her entirely plain and uninteresting.
“Okay, everyone!” The coach yelled, blowing her whistle. “We’re circuit training today! We’ll start with the 60-meter hurdles, then move on to the high jump, the shot put, the long jump, and finish up with our 800-meter sprint. Get into your lanes!”
The whistle blasted again, prompting the girls to hurry into position.When the coach fired her starter pistol, Andrea was out of the gate like a champ, sprinting down the track and clearing the first hurdle with ease. She quickly fell into her rhythm and outpaced the other girls like she always did. But then, out of her peripheral vision, a pair of feet, then legs came into view. Holly was keeping pace with her. She was even beginning to pull ahead!
Furious, Andrea pushed ahead, willing herself to go faster. But as fast as she was, Holly was just a little faster and, for the first time all season, Andrea finished the 60-meter hurdles in second place.If she thought that was aggravating, Andrea was positively seething by the end of the circuit. Somehow, Holly managed to hurdle quicker, high jump higher, throw a shot put farther, long jump longer, and sprint faster than Andrea. Not by much, but just enough to ensure that the blonde remained firmly in second place for every event, each time they completed a circuit.
“Well, well, well,” the coach chortled as practice wrapped up. “Looks like you’ve got some competition this year, Ms. Drake.”
Andrea glared at Holly, but the brunette didn’t seem to notice.
“That’s enough for today,” the coach continued. “Go on and hit the showers. See you all tomorrow.”
As Holly headed into the locker room, the other girls on the team offered compliments and commendations. All except Andrea, who stormed off into the locker room ahead of them.
Andrea was still simmering as she stripped off her tank top and sports bra, dropping them to the ground. She peeled off her fitted shorts and panties, which joined the pile as she crossed over to the showers. She let the hot, steamy water cascade over her tired muscles, but she couldn’t relax with the knowledge that today she was only second best.
The other girls soon joined her in the shower, but Holly wasn’t among them. Andrea looked out into the locker room just in time to see Holly, still wearing her workout clothes, exit the locker room in a hurry.
On Thursday, Andrea’s week went from bad to worse.
“Congratulations, Ms. Drake,” the professor said as he handed back her O-Chem exam. “Ninety-five percent... excellent as usual.”
Andrea beamed.
“But,” the professor continued. “Not quite as good as Ms. Glass, who scored a ninety-eight.”
Andrea felt her cheeks flush with indignation as the professor smiled at Holly and handed her test back. It was bad enough that this new girl had embarrassed her at practice yesterday, but humiliating her in class too? This was just too much, and Andrea spent the rest of the class trying to bore a hole in the back of Holly’s head with a glowering stare.
Even if she were hungry (which she wasn’t), Andrea wouldn’t have eaten lunch. She picked at her food for a few minutes before resolving to get to practice early. Maybe a few extra minutes stretching and loosening up would help.
In the locker room, Andrea quickly changed into her training clothes. She was halfway dressed when she was startled by the sound of the only bathroom stall in the locker room opening. Holly stepped out and didn’t seem to notice Andrea off to one side as she hurriedly stuffed her things in a locker.
“Hey,” Andrea said.
Holly just about jumped out of her skin. She turned to face Andrea and immediately turned a bright shade of red upon noticing that the blonde was still topless.
“Did you just change in there?” Andrea asked.
Holly averted her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.
“Yeah,” Holly replied. I’m a little shy.”
Noting that Holly was actively avoiding looking at her, Andrea smiled and approached the new girl, not making the slightest effort to cover her full, exposed breasts. She moved close enough so that Holly couldn’t avoid her, and smiled as the brunette turned an even brighter shade of crimson.
“It’s okay,” Andrea said, nonchalant. “It’s just us girls in the locker room. Not like you have to worry about a boy seeing you or anything.”Holly quickly stuffed her things in a locker and slammed it shut.
“I really should get out there and warm up,” Holly mumbled, rushing out of the locker room.
Andrea let a tiny laugh slip out once Holly had run from the locker room.
“This is going to be fun.”
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Holly felt like things were going really well at her new university. She had managed to find equivalent classes for her entire course load, they had a women’s pentathlon team on campus, and she was now going to the same school as her boyfriend. All of that almost made up for the financial aid mix-up that had required her to switch universities mid-semester. But what could she do? She was on scholarship and had to go where they told her to go; there’s no way she could afford universities like these on her own.
Thursday was the second practice for the pentathlon team. And just like Wednesday, Holly managed to outpace Andrea in all the events. It was close, though, and Holly had always enjoyed the thrill of competition. Still, Holly found it difficult to make eye contact with the other girl today, after seeing her naked in the locker room earlier.
Holly had always been shy around the female body, especially hers. She had developed quickly as a teenager, and had been blessed (or cursed, as she saw it) with large, full breasts, an hourglass figure, and supple curves. She had been the subject of ridicule all through junior high and high school, and had since developed a severe insecurity about her body, to the point where she didn’t even like to be naked when she was alone. She made her boyfriend turn out the lights whenever they made love, and her yearly physicals with her doctor were the source of weeks upon weeks of gut-wrenching worry and anxiety.
After practice, Holly went about her usual routine of gathering up her belongings and bolting out of the locker room as quickly as possible, before she had to endure the other girls stripping down and showering.
She was about to make her escape, when Andrea and the other girls suddenly trapped her between a row of lockers, preventing her exit.
“Hi there,” Andrea said with a syrupy-sweet tone.
“Hi,” Holly replied, wary.
“The girls and I were just thinking about what we could do to welcome you to the team,” Andrea continued, a thin smile spreading across her lips. “You know, since you’re turning out to be such a great addition to the team.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Holly said, easing up a little.
“Oh, we really do,” Andrea insisted, pulling out a small bag.
She handed it to Holly, who curiously peered inside and pulled out two garments. They were the fitted shorts and tank top with the school logo that the other girls wore.
“We noticed you didn’t have a uniform yet, so I got all the girls to pitch in and we bought one for you.”
Holly immediately started to sweat at the idea of wearing those skimpy clothes to practice.
“Uh, thanks,” Holly finally said. “That’s really nice of you.”
She moved to stuff the new clothes in her bag, but Andrea grabbed her wrist.
“Well?” Andrea prompted. “Try them on! We had to guess your size, but I think they’ll fit.”
Holly was horrified, and felt her cheeks start to burn with embarrassment. Change in front of all these other girls? But could she refuse without alienating her teammates?
“Come on,” Andrea insisted, grabbing her running shorts and tugging on them. “Show us what they look like on you!”
The last thing Holly wanted to do was make the whole team hate her. And maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. After all, she could still keep her bra and panties on. Reluctantly, she pulled off the T-shirt and dropped her running shorts, revealing a conservative sports bra and underwear.
“Nice panties,” Andrea teased, encouraging the laughter from some of the other girls. “Did you borrow them from Granny?”
Holly quickly grabbed for the new clothes and forced them on as quickly as humanly possible, while Andrea and the others continued to tease her about her underwear. She was flush from head to toe as she struggled into the stretchy Lycra, feeling it cling to her, hugging the curves of her body when she finally got them on. Without a single curve or contour left to the imagination, Holly felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her breasts and genitals, even as they hid behind the material of her new outfit.
“You look great!” Andrea exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m so glad we could do this for you. Now you don’t have to wear these ratty old things.”
Before Holly could object, Andrea had grabbed her old workout clothes and dumped them into the nearest garbage can.
Then, as Holly stood there in the revealing workout clothes, thinking it couldn’t get any worse ... it did. The other girls began to undress for the showers! Her face turned a whole new shade of red at all the nudity around her, until she was certain she looked like an overgrown strawberry.
“Aren’t you going to shower?” Andrea asked innocently as she stripped off her shorts.
“I, uh ...” Holly stuttered. “I have to go.”
Andrea giggled with glee as Holly fled the locker room.
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As she rushed home, Holly could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she walked through campus; particularly guys, who all seemed to be admiring her feminine curves, now prominently on display thanks to her skin-tight workout clothes. Several made lewd comments that made Holly acutely aware of just how much of her body they could see, and sent shivers down her spine as she walked.
“Nice ass, cutie!”
“Damn girl! Bring those Double-Ds over here!”
“Great legs! How’d you like to wrap ‘em around me?”
One guy was bold enough to actually brush up against her and grope her ass through the thin material of her shorts.
“Hey there, gorgeous. Need some company tonight?”
Holly turned beet-red and pushed away from the guy, sprinting the rest of the way home as he and his friends laughed at catcalled after her.
She slammed the apartment door, breathing heavy from the run across campus. All she wanted was for her boyfriend to hold her and tell her everything would be all right. Instead, she found a note on the kitchen counter.
The brothers called us to a meeting tonight. Be home later. Don’t wait up. – Wyatt
Holly hated the fact that her boyfriend was rushing a fraternity this year. Instead of spending their first semester together, he was always out with the other pledges, doing whatever demented activities the brothers could come up with. But Holly knew how important this fraternity was to Wyatt. His father and his father’s father had both belonged to the same fraternity, and Wyatt didn’t want to disappoint his parents.
So it looked like Holly was in for another night alone.
She moved into the bedroom, closing the door and making sure the blinds were closed. Even with the room completely closed off (and inside an empty apartment), Holly still went into the bathroom to change out of her workout clothes. She brought her usual outfit with her – a pair of baggy jeans and an oversized T-shirt.
In the bathroom, she peeled off the clingy tank top and her sports bra. The fitted shorts were next, but she stopped at the underwear. They were completely drenched! Had she really sweat that much during practice? As she tugged off her panties, some of the material grazed against her clit and caused her to involuntarily moan in pleasure. Surprised, Holly lowered a tentative hand down and ran her fingers over her slit. She was soaking wet! The touch sent another shiver through her body and it was then that she realized how horny she was.
When Holly got this way, she knew there was only one option. As much as the idea of masturbation bothered her, there were times when her body would just not take no for an answer. As she stepped out of her clothes, she leaned against the bathroom counter and spread her legs apart just enough to provide access to her aching womanhood. She wasted no time running an anxious finger along the length of her slit, dipping inside herself every so often as she drove herself crazy.
As she pleasured herself, she suddenly thought of all the guys who had been looking at her on the way home. The lewd things they had said, the way they had objectified her and talked about her body... those thoughts were turning her on! With her ass pressed against the cold granite of the countertop, her other hand moved to her clit and rubbed the sensitive nub in rhythm with the fingers that were now plunging in and out of her slick pussy. She couldn’t even stifle the guttural moan that ripped from her throat as a sudden orgasm rushed through her body, causing her to collapse on the bathroom floor as her knees gave out.
When it was over, Holly pulled herself together, breathing heavy. She had never had such an intense climax, and wondered if the idea of other guys wanting her for her body had anything to do with it. Deep down inside, she knew it did.
When Wyatt got home later that night, Holly was reading in bed. He was tired, but one look at his beautiful girlfriend and sleep was the last thing on his mind. Wyatt slipped into bed and took the book from her hands, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. Holly was startled at first, and would normally have insisted on a little more romance and foreplay, but she was still in the mood from everything that happened earlier.
They kissed and were really starting to get into it, when Wyatt began to tug on her pajama bottoms, pulling them toward her ankles.
“The light,” Holly reminded him.
“Sorry, I forgot.” Wyatt sighed, leaning over and switching off the bedside lamp, submerging them both in darkness.
Sometimes, he wished his girlfriend wasn’t such a prude all the time. They’d been dating for over a year (and having sex for six months), and he still hadn’t seen her naked yet. She insisted on sleeping in pajamas every night, and making love with the light off every time. Even in the dark, she refused to let him remove her top. Just her pajama bottoms to provide him with access. As soon as they were done, the pajama bottoms went back on.
Wyatt groaned as he slid effortlessly inside Holly.
“God, you’re so wet,” he commented, noting his girlfriend’s state of heightened arousal.
Holly said nothing. She moaned loudly as Wyatt penetrated her, and pulled him in for a deep kiss as their bodies merged.
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The next day, Holly got to the locker room early, just like she always did. Even if she had to wear the new uniform, she would at least ensure that she could change in private, and be in and out of the locker room before any of the other girls got there to change.
She grabbed her things and headed for the bathroom stall, panicking when she realized it was locked.
“It’ll be a few minutes,” Andrea said cheerily from the other side.
“Oh,” Holly replied. “Sorry.”
She looked at the clock on the wall. The other girls would probably start arriving pretty soon. As much as she wanted to wait for the stall, the locker room was completely empty right now (except for Andrea). If she waited, the other girls would see her go into the stall to change, and would probably tease her.
The more she thought about it, the more she resigned herself to the fact that she’d just have to change in the empty locker room. Every minute that she wasted was another minute closer to having someone walk in on her.
She moved over to an empty aisle of lockers and quickly stripped off her clothes, determined to change in record time. She didn’t hear Andrea creep silently out of the bathroom stall and approach her, remaining hidden behind a row of lockers. At the precise moment that Holly had removed all of her clothes, Andrea stepped out and started snapping pictures with the digital camera she was carrying.
The flash startled Holly, who quickly turned bright red and instinctively covered her breasts and crotch with her hands.
“Andrea! What are you doing?”
“Just having a little fun,” Andrea replied, laughing. “What would a team be without a little hazing?”
As she continued to snap pictures, Holly backed away from her and around the corner into another row of lockers in an attempt to avoid the camera.
“Stop it!” Holly cried. “Please!”
“Sorry,” Andrea said with venom creeping into her voice. “But nobody shows me up and gets away with it.”
With Holly hiding around the corner, Andrea grabbed her bag, stuffing all of her clothes into it and bolting for the door.
“By the way,” Andrea cackled. “Practice was canceled today. Have fun getting home without any clothes, loser!”
She was out the door before Holly could pick her jaw up off the floor.
What was she going to do now? She was completed naked, with no clothing whatsoever ... and no one was coming that could give her something to wear!
Holly still covered her private areas with her hands, despite being alone in the locker room. She was completely naked, without a stitch of clothing anywhere in the room. To make matters worse, it was a Friday afternoon. There wouldn’t be anybody coming for hours, until the janitor came to close up at night. So her choices were to spend eight hours naked in the locker room alone, and then let the janitor see her naked as she explained herself and begged for some clothes ... or she could try something now and get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
She remembered that there was an equipment room down the hall. The girls’ locker room and the storage closet were on one side of the long hallway in the gymnasium, and the boys’ locker room and the equipment room were on the other side. She had seen the equipment room open enough times to know that there were dozens of sports uniforms and warm up clothes on those shelves.All she needed to do was make it down the hallway.
Keeping her hands firmly covering her lady parts, Holly opened the locker room door a crack and peered out into the hall. It was completely deserted. If she was fast, she could make it.
Before she lost her nerve, Holly darted out of the locker room and ran down the hall, her bare feet pitter-pattering on the tile floor of the hallway. She made it to the equipment room and jiggled the handle.
Locked.
She groaned in defeat as she shook the handle, praying that the lock would give.
And then she heard the voices. Holly froze in place, her ears perked up. People were coming. She started back toward the girls’ locker room before she realized the voices (and there were a lot of them) were coming from that side of the building. She’d never made it back to her locker room before they rounded the corner and found her in the middle of the hallway, stark naked.
Holly quickly evaluated her options. She only had two. She could run out the door on her side of the hallway ... that lead out onto campus. Or she could run into the boys’ locker room. She began to sweat; neither option was ideal, but she was out of time and had nowhere to go.
She chose the lesser of two evils and ducked into the boys’ locker room. It was Friday afternoon; it was probably just some lingering students taking a shortcut through the hallway on their way to the parking lot. There weren’t any other teams still practicing. Were there?
Holly dashed through the boys’ locker room, frantically looking for somewhere to hide. Without many options, she ducked into the bathroom stall, slamming the door shut and locking it.
Her worst nightmare was realized when she heard the locker room door open and guys start pouring into the locker room, whooping and hollering.
The football team!
How could she have forgotten about them? They practiced every day! Not that she had many other options. Holly didn’t have any choice but to hide in the stall and pray that she could avoid detection long enough to escape; preferably with some clothes.
Holly waited until she heard the showers start up, and then waited a little longer, until she was reasonably sure that everyone had enough time to get under the water and wasn’t still milling around the locker room. She unlocked the door and opened it a crack. Seeing that the coast was clear, she opened the door a little wider and prepared to make her escape. There was plenty of clothing lying around; she could make a run for the door and grab a shirt and pants from one of the lockers on her way.
She darted out of the stall, still covering herself as best as possible, and into the nearest aisle of lockers, nearly slamming into a guy who was still getting undressed. His eyes went wide and she shrieked in surprise, stumbling backwards and falling onto her butt. She felt the cold locker room floor against her backside as she tried her best to cover herself.
“Well, well,” he said loudly. “What have we got here?”
“Please,” Holly begged, trying to avoid looking at the naked guy’s package. “Don’t say anything.”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as a wicked smile crossed the guy’s lips.
“Hey boys! Look what we’ve got here!”
A mortified Holly turned white as a ghost as the guy’s teammates joined him, all grinning at the site of a totally nude girl on their locker room floor. Soon, guys had surrounded her in an effort to get a better look, effectively cutting off any escape.
“Please,” Holly begged again. “I just need some clothes so I can go home.”
“What happened?” the first guy sneered. “Couldn’t keep the ones you had on in the first place?”
Holly’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as his teammates laughed along with him.
“I ... uh ... I’m being hazed,” Holly managed to say.
“Oh,” the guy observed. “Well in that case, we’d be happy to help you out.”
“Really?” Holly asked, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Sure,” the guy said, smirking. “As long as you do exactly what we say.”
The pit of Holly’s stomach dropped out as she looked from one guy’s face to another. They all had the same lascivious gaze.
“First,” the guy started. “I think you need to beg for our help.”
“PLEASE,” Holly emphasized.
“Not like that,” the guy continued. “Like you mean it. On your knees.”
A few of his teammates chuckled as Holly’s mouth dropped in shock. Still, she could see they were serious, and figured she might as well get it over with. She crawled to her knees, resting her butt on her heels and still covering her lady parts with her hands.The guy shook his head.
“This is going to take even longer if you stall like this. Beg like you really mean it,” he demanded. “On your knees, sitting up, with your hands clasped in front of you.”
A humiliated Holly reluctantly did as she was told, rising up so that her knees were on the ground and she was sitting up straight. With great difficulty, she managed to peel her hands away from her protected treasures and clasped them in front of her.
“Will you please help me?” Holly beseeched them, knowing full well that in this position, every guy on the team had a perfect, unobstructed view of either her ass or her pussy, and that her breasts were being pressed together by her arms, creating an impressive amount of cleavage for them to appreciate.
“Of course we’ll help,” the guy replied warmly. “Since you asked so nicely, it would be rude of us to ignore your request.”
Holly relaxed a little, until the guy continued.
“Then again,” he reasoned. “You are naked in the locker room. And since your team did send you in here, don’t you think it’d be a little unfair to just have you come in and leave, just like that?”
“I ... uh ... I ...”
The guy knelt down so that he was looking Holly directly in the eye. She tried her best to keep her eyes focused on his, rather than another part of his anatomy, or that of the rest of the team, which were hovering over her.
“I think you need to shower,” the guy crowed. “You know, to make sure your time with us is well spent.”
The other guys whooped and hollered their agreement. If Holly could have curled up into a tiny ball and disappeared, she would have.
“And after that I can go?” She asked.
The guy nodded.
“After you finish a full shower, you can go.”
Holly reluctantly got to her feet and shuffled over to the shower. At this point, her entire body was flushed with embarrassment, and she did her best to remain covered. Not that it really mattered; every guy in the locker room had already gotten a good look at her, and if they hadn’t, they were about to.
The guy in charge pointed her to one of the showerheads in the middle of the shower room, where she’d be prominently on display for every guy in the room. He handed her a bar of soap and a small bottle of shampoo.
“Go for it,” he teased.
Holly figured the best course of action was to get through it as quickly as possible. She took the shampoo bottle and squirted some into her hands before bending down to set the bottle on the floor. This prompted her to turn a brighter shade of red and straighten up quickly. She rubbed the shampoo into her scalp quickly, working it through her shoulder length brown hair as fast as she could.
She could feel everyone’s eyes on her naked body as she closed her eyes and rinsed her hair. They had an unfettered view of everything. Her breasts, her ass, her crotch. Everything was on display for them as she washed her hair.
When she was done with the hair, the guy handed her a bar of soap. If she thought the hair washing was bad, soaping her body was worse. In an attempt to avert her gaze from the guy in front of her, she looked off to the side, where she noticed several guys had erect members, aroused by the sight of a beautiful woman running soapy hands over her own body, suds trailing down between her cleavage and the crack of her ass. As she looked around the room, she quickly realized that nearly every guy in the locker room was aroused; some of them were even absently stroking themselves as they watched her.
Mortified, she finished soaping herself down as quickly as possible and shut off the shower.
“Can I go now?” Holly asked, humiliated.
“Of course,” the guy said. “A deal’s a deal. The door’s over there. You’re free to go.”
“Can I have a towel and some clothes?”
“Well,” the guy said, another smirk spreading across his thin lips. “That wasn’t exactly part of the deal, was it? We said you could go after you showered. We didn’t say anything about clothes or a towel.”
Holly swallowed hard and looked at the leering faces of all the guys.
“I suppose we could loan you some clothes,” he observed. “But the question is ... what are you willing to give us in exchange?”
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Andrea chuckled as one of the football players recounted Holly’s humiliation in the locker room for her. Her plan had worked out even better than she could have imagined.
“Good,” Andrea said merrily. “That’ll teach the bitch to mess with me.”
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Holly had never been so humiliated in all her life. As she made her way home in one of the guys’ button-down shirts and a pair of track pants, she wondered what she could have possibly done to Andrea to provoke such a prank. Could Andrea Drake really be so insecure that she had to embarrass anybody who did better at something than she did?
Regardless of the reasoning, Holly vowed revenge on Andrea for the degradation she’d been forced to endure as a result of the prank.
Holly spent all of Friday night moping around and thinking about what had happened in the locker room. She had been naked in front of the entire football team! She couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about how embarrassing it had been. But then, another thought started to creep into her head. Was it really that bad? I mean, they hadn’t forced her to do anything sexual or anything. It was just a little public nudity. And really, what was the big deal? Clearly, the guys had enjoyed looking. She thought back to how some of them had actually been pleasuring themselves while they watched her shower, and she had to admit that the idea excited her a little bit. Even as she lay in bed thinking about it, she found herself slipping a hand inside her panties and absently tracing the length of her slit as she thought about the looks she had gotten from the football team.
As her moans rose in volume, Wyatt stirred in his sleep and looked over at her.
“Is everything okay?” He asked.
She responded by reaching over and turning on the light.
“What are you doing?” Wyatt asked, squinting his eyes against the light.
“I want you to see me,” Holly replied, lifting her pajama top up over her head, revealing her full, round breasts.
Wyatt was wide awake now, staring at his girlfriend like she was possessed.
“Are you sure?” He questioned.
She took a deep breath and steeled her nerves, responding by standing up on the bed and dropping her panties and pajama bottoms. She was completely nude, and Wyatt was seeing her for the first time.
“I don’t want to hide behind the clothes anymore,” she said simply. “Not with you.”
She fell into Wyatt’s arms, kissing him deeply.
“Now make love to me.”
After a night of passionate lovemaking, the last thing Holly wanted was for Wyatt’s infernal cell phone to go off, with another summons from the fraternity brothers. But it did, and she had to let her boyfriend go, who apologized a hundred times and made her promise to stay just the way she was (naked) until he returned.
Holly’s newfound confidence in her body and lack of inhibitions about nudity (at least around Wyatt) were an unanticipated benefit of Andrea’s prank. The blonde would still pay, there was no mistake about that, but Holly felt more alive and free than she had in years. She enjoyed the sensation by lounging around the apartment without a stitch of clothing. She watched television on the couch, naked. She read a book in the recliner, naked. She even fixed herself a bowl of cereal and sat on one of the barstool at the counter, naked. It was all very liberating. She may not want to go back into the guys’ locker room for round two, but she could definitely handle exposing a little more skin in the privacy of their own apartment.
When Wyatt got back, Holly was relaxing in a bubble bath. She invited Wyatt to join her, but something was clearly wrong with her boyfriend’s mood.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Our pledge class’ final assignment,” he groaned. “We each have to bring a date to the party after the initiation ceremony.”
“So?” Holly questioned. That didn’t seem so bad.
“Our dates have to strip down and attend the party naked.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Holly scoffed.
“I know,” Wyatt complained. “But that’s the rule. They said that if we can’t bring a date, or if our date doesn’t get naked at the party, then we won’t get in. It’s so stupid.”
Holly thought it over as her boyfriend sat there with his head in his hands. She knew how important this fraternity was to him. Could she really do this for him? She certainly didn’t want him to take some other girl as his date (especially if she was going to be getting naked). And would she? And if he told this girl ahead of time, would the brothers find out and kick him out anyway?Then she thought about the locker room again ... and how she hated to admit it, but having guys ogling her naked body actually turned her on. That was the thought that ignited her passions last night, and it was those images in her head that propelled her to a night of unparalleled passion with Wyatt that night.
Would the embarrassment of being naked in front of other people again be worth the rush later? And it’s not like it would be any worse than being around a bunch of naked guys in the locker room.
Suddenly, another thought popped into her head.
“I’ll do it,” Holly replied confidently.
Wyatt’s jaw dropped.
“What?”
“I’ll do it,” Holly repeated. “I’ll go to the party naked for you. As long as you can do something for me.”
Wyatt stared at Holly in shock. Who was this person, and what had she done with Holly?
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Andrea was thrilled to be invited to a Delta Iota Kappa party. They were the most prominent fraternity on campus, and their parties were always legendary, each more elaborate and extravagant than the last. You had to know someone to get into the party, so Andrea didn’t have to think twice when Jacob approached her about going. Even if he was only a pledge, he was relatively good looking and could get her into the exclusive soiree.
Jacob mentioned that each pledge’s date would probably get a lot of attention at the party (since they were rushing), so Andrea made sure she looked her best. She wore a tiny dress that barely made it down to mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. Jacob picked her up outside the dorm and drove to the fraternity’s house, a couple miles off campus.
For the first hour of the evening, Andrea paid marginal attention to her date, but was more interested in making a good impression with all the fraternity brothers who were hosting the party. If she could make a good impression, she could find herself on the A-list for the rest of the semester. But her high spirits were nearly shattered when she saw Holly walk in with Wyatt.
What was she doing here? How did she get into the party?
Andrea didn’t have much time to think about it.
“Okay,” one of the fraternity brothers yelled, after whistling loudly to get everyone’s attention. “All the pledges are here with their dates, so let’s get this party started.”
Andrea looked around confused... then her jaw dropped in shock when she saw the other girls quickly removing their clothes.
“What the hell is going on?” Andrea demanded, looking at her date.
“Did I forget to tell you?” Jacob said sarcastically. “It’s a CMNF party. Clothed Male, Nude Female. Oops ... my bad.”
Andrea couldn’t believe her ears. There had to be at least fifty guys in the room. They’d all be staring at her! As the girls continued dressing down, Andrea’s eyes darted over to Holly. Surely she’d be mortified at this turn of events. Right?
To her shock and amazement, Holly had already discarded her blouse, and was just stepping out of her skirt. She gave Andrea a friendly wave and stared her down, completely naked, hands on her hips in defiance.Andrea turned to face her date.
“Get me out of here, Jacob. I don’t want to do this.”
“Don’t to that to Jacob,” Holly said, whispering into Andrea’s ear as she stepped in close behind the blonde. “He’s a friend of ours, and we can’t have you ruining his chances of joining the fraternity just because you’re a little too modest.”
“Hey, everyone!” She shouted out, to get the room’s attention. “This one’s feeling a little shy.”
Andrea cringed at the resounding boos and catcalls that were being hurled at her.
“Here,” Holly said, snickering. “Why don’t you let me help you with this!”
Before Andrea could react, Holly had pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders and yanked down, tearing the material off her body and leaving the blonde completely naked in front of the crowd. Of all the days she chose to go without a bra and panties!
Humiliated, Andrea tried her best to cover up, plastering one hand across her breasts and using the other to cover her crotch. Unfortunately, that left her rear end open, which Jacob greeted with an affectionate slap.
“Guys! She was the last one undressed. You know what that means!”
Andrea’s head was spinning. When she eventually regained her focus, she was looking right at Holly, who had a wide, satisfied grin on her face.
“Being the last one with clothes on is a party foul,” Holly explained to her. “Now you have to be the centerpiece.”
“T-The centerpiece? To what?”
Andrea discovered the answer to her question all too quickly, as several fraternity brothers grabbed and dragged her, kicking and screaming, to the billiard table in the middle of the room. They plopped her down onto the table and two guys held her down, while four others used their neckties to bind her wrists and ankles securely to the table’s legs, leaving her stretched out and spread-eagle on top.
With their centerpiece in place, the brothers placed snacks and drinks around her, inviting everyone at the party to enjoy the refreshments.
Every inch of Andrea’s skin was scarlet red as she was helpless to cover herself up or do much of anything while guys and girls alike helped themselves to refreshments, and unobstructed views of every inch of Andrea’s naked body. Several guys “accidentally” brushed against her, touching a breast instead of the bag of chips, or the inside of her thigh instead of the orange soda.
After more than an hour, Holly approached the billiard table with Wyatt and smiled at Andrea.
“Have you met my boyfriend, Wyatt?” Holly asked rhetorically. “He’s rushing Delta Iota Kappa this year. After we told the guys what you did to me, they were more than happy to help even the odds a little. Especially since, you know, it meant seeing a girl naked for an extended period of time.”
Andrea’s face twisted with rage and she opened her mouth to say something, but clamped her mouth shut when Holly ran a finger along the length of her slit, eliciting an unintended moan.
“Now, now.” Holly scolded. “I want you to think very carefully about what you’re going to say next. Because if I don’t like it, I’m going to tell everyone at the party just how wet you are being tied down naked like this.”
The bound girl’s eyes went wide with fright and she shook her head violently. Andrea didn’t want to admit it, but being helplessly exposed to an entire roomful of people was really turning her on.
“Please,” Andrea begged her. “Don’t.”
Holly shrugged.
“I’m not completely heartless. Besides, I’m only doing to you what you did to me. After this, we’re even.”
“Not by a long shot,” Andrea muttered under her breath.
“No?” Holly asked.
Andrea cringed when she realized Holly heard her little comment.
“Well then I might as well get as much mileage out of tonight as I can, if you’re going to come after me again anyway.”
“Hey boys!” Holly shouted, getting the entire room’s attention. “Your centerpiece is leaking a little bit. You better come over and check it out before it ruins your tabletop.”
As everyone at the party rushed over to the table, Holly waved Andrea’s dress in front of the helpless girl.
“I’ll just hold onto this for you, since you won’t be needing it anytime soon. Oh, and I heard Jacob’s taking off pretty soon, so hopefully you can make other arrangements to get yourself home. Naked.”
Andrea glared at Holly until she could no longer see her rival behind the wall of people that were now crowding around her. Girls and guys alike taunted her, touching her all over and making lewd comments about how wet this was all making her.In her entire life, Andrea had never been so humiliated. Come Monday morning, half of the A-list students at the school will have not only seen her in a state of undress, but will have seen every square inch of skin on her body, not to mention how aroused she was to be the center of attention like this.
It was shaping up to be another memorable Delta Iota Kappa party ... and Andrea was its centerpiece.
She could already hear the chants of “slut” and “whore” starting to make their way around the room.
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Andrea often thought back to the night of the party. Even the memories caused her cheeks to burn with embarrassment over the humiliation she had been forced to endure.
The worst part hadn’t been the fact that she had been tied to that damned pool table for almost six hours, or that a few of the guys had fingered her to orgasm while the rest of the partygoers watched. It wasn’t even all the talking behind her back and knowing leers from other students the following Monday. The worst part had been the long walk home after the party.
At the apparent prompting of Wyatt and Jacob, the fraternity brothers took it upon themselves to see Andrea home safely ... by making her walk, totally nude, down the middle of the street, while they followed behind in a truck so that they could bathe her naked body in the halogen glow of their headlights, and blast their horn to draw the attention of every house they passed. It was two miles of pure mortification.
Those memories of that long walk home where what now gave her the conviction to plan her revenge.
If Holly thought the locker room was bad, she hadn’t seen anything yet ...
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