ruchika and mohit had been married for a year. mohit couldn't believe his good fortune to have found a woman as gorgeous as ruchika. He didn't consider himself very appealing to women and as a result lacked confidence when he was around them. He wasn't a particularly good looking man, and by the time he reached 25 he still hadn't dated much.
He stood 5' 8" tall, was slim, and not too well endowed. As a result, he all but worshipped ruchika and tried his best to give her everything she asked for. Often, he marveled about how beautiful his 21 year old bride was, with her pale indian skin, flashing green eyes and long, red hair. She was slender and tall, standing about 5'7" with long, shapely legs, flat stomach and an incredibly tight ass.
Though of medium size, her boobs were cone shaped, almost pointed, with a slight up tilt. Her large pink nipples, surrounded by pale, puffy areolas, stood out prominently when aroused.
Because her breasts were so firm, she often chose not to wear a bra, even when she went out in public. She knew she was attractive and loved to embarrass her rather straight laced husband by sometimes wearing tight, see-through cotton tops so that her nipples could be easily seen by everyone as they jutted against the thin material of her top.
The only problem with going to Nigeria, where mohit had accepted a two year contract, was that ruchika just didn't care for black men, even though her encounters with them had been quite limited. In her brief experience, she had found them sweaty, smelly and poorly spoken. Worst of all, they had seemed overconfident in the way they spoke to her, almost to the point of being overbearing and intrusive. She felt uneasy around them in other ways she couldn't explain.
Still, they had jumped at the chance to go to Nigeria when mohit's company asked for volunteers. It had been explained that mohit's wages would be tripled (in American money), that they would have servants and a live on a large property secured by a tall fence and heavy gates.
And all for the equivalent of about $20 a month. It had seemed too good an opportunity to pass up and mohit told her excitedly that it was a change to have the honeymoon they could not afford a year earlier. In truth, ruchika would have preferred almost any other
destination, but she had kept her fears and misgivings to herself.
*** In Nigeria
In the beginning, everything went well. As promised, they lived on a lovely property and had three domestics, two women and a male gardener. The grounds were large and full of greenery which ruchika enjoyed looking after. To their surprise and delight, the
property even had a small swimming pool.
To help pass the time, ruchika decided that she would attempt to write a book. It also provided her with a handy excuse for not associating with the wives of the other indian workers, most of whom she found boring and not her sort. Since their arrival, ruchika had received many invitations to join various women's groups, go to morning coffees and other such, but she had declined most of them, as she felt vaguely uncomfortable around many of the other wives.
After a few months, ruchika had found it almost impossible to go shopping. Whenever she went to the village she would be followed closely by a small group of black men who would stare at her and make comments amongst themselves, speaking in a language she couldn't understand.
The situation so unnerved her that she finally began sending her domestic to do the food shopping. As time went on she did establish a friendship with the gardener, a young man named George whose English was surprisingly good. He seemed to ruchika to be a proper person and was always polite to her and mohit.
He often suggested that she go with him to the weekly market where they could buy more exotic plants for the yard. For a long time she resisted, remembering her troubles
while food shopping, but eventually he convinced her there was nothing to fear and she went with him.
That day she wore a pair of baggy slacks and a very loose top. Putting her hair in a large bun on top of her head, she covered it all with a large straw hat. She had discovered early on that her very pale skin was extremely vulnerable to the stung African sun and therefore she always covered herself as much as possible when outside. In truth, she knew there was another reason.
Though she was proud of her body and was by nature a bit of a show off and a tease, she realized quickly that, in this place at least, modesty and caution should be her main considerations when dressing for any 'public' appearance.
After a long drive over rutted roads in George's truck, they arrived at the market and ruchika was pleased to notice several security guards. Most of the people there were black and men. George told her he would stay near the truck and ruchika went off looking, stopping at the various stalls, amazed at the seemingly endless variety of plants available.
She was absorbed in studying a group of plants when she felt hands brushing against her arms, legs and bottom. When she turned, she saw a wall of black, smiling faces. She told them by voice and gesture to go away, but they kept moving forward, their faces grinning, repeating, "Missy ok, missy ok."
At first she felt their hands lightly touching, but soon they began to grab at her. Screaming "no" as loudly as she could, she swung her handbag. She managed to hit a few of them, but then others moved in from another direction. She found herself pushed back hard against a wall. Her straw hat had come off and she was sweating heavily.
Her hair had come almost completely undone, the copper coloured strands plastered in wet clumps against her cheeks and forehead. She began to panic as she felt a hand move under her loose top and grab her left breast. She pushed back hard, if uselessly, against the man's strong arm, silently cursing herself for not putting on a bra before she went out.
She was pinned, unable to free herself from his grasp and he was roughly twisting her sensitive nipple, which sent a charge through her entire body. Meanwhile, other hands were now starting to work between her legs, squeezing and rubbing against her crotch through the material of her slacks.
She screamed out loud again, shouting for George. She was beginning to think there was no way she could stop this shameful assault. One of the men had gotten behind her and lifted her top up so that the men standing in front could easily fondle her bared indian breasts. The men were laughing as they handled both of her firm tits expertly and despite herself she was feeling more aroused when suddenly she heard loud voices and whistles in the distance.
The men abusing her looked up, then dispersed quickly when they saw several security guards led by George moving towards her in a hurry. She was shaking badly as she covered herself and tried to regain her composure. Her large nipples hurt and were still stiff enough to protrude through her top.
She felt a warm stickiness between her legs and realized to her utter dismay that she had actually leaked a bit of juice from her pussy.
When they got back to the truck George lifted her in and even he took advantage of the situation, momentarily resting his large right hand full on her still aching breast. She thought to protest, but quickly realized George was her only passage to safety and kept quiet. After the terrible experience she was just glad to get in the truck and be driven home.
Alone in the safety of her home, she quickly stripped off her clothing and stepped into the shower. As she was washing herself under the warm water, she looked down and noticed that her nipples were still aching and sensitive to her touch and that gently rubbing the swollen buds sent a rush of pleasure straight to her whole body.
Despite feeling extremely confused and conflicted by everything that had happened that afternoon, she rather ashamedly began to feel a another type of need, one she could only relieve by sliding a finger between her
slippery labia until she found her hypersensitive bud.
Replaying the events of that afternoon, she needed very little friction before those lovely, exhilarating feelings were flowing through her body. Her pussy lips were swollen and open and she desperately wished mohit was there as she pushed first one finger and then another deep into her slick vagina and began to pump them in and out. When her orgasm hit minutes latter it was so violent she almost collapsed on the shower floor.
When mohit came home that night she told him what had happened. He was very upset and said he would contact security, report the event and arrange to have a guard with her at all times when she went into the village. She was therefore somewhat surprised and not a little
aroused when he asked her to tell him every detail of what had happened to her, leaving nothing out.
Sensing that she might be arousing him in some way, she did as he asked, explaining how she felt when she got home and how those feelings of intense horniness had led her to masturbate in the shower. As she hoped, this turned her husband on powerfully and within moments he had stripped her naked and was sucking noisily on her still-sensitive nipples while she held his head gently in her hands. She reached into his pants, fished out his smallish cock and began sucking it while he reached between her legs and massaged he clitoris.
He looked down at her perfect indian body, full breasts and bald cunt and blessed the day he had found her. She was extremely aroused now, moaning around his cock, and mohit knew from experience it was time to fuck her. He kissed her hard as she arched her back, spread her legs and pleaded, "Fuck me! Fuck me mohit, please hurry, I need it... now!"
He pounded his cock into her for only a few minutes when he saw her face blush pink and then felt her body stiffen and spasm under him as she climaxed. At almost the same time he bucked his hips forward, burying his entire cock into her with room to spare. After a few
more strokes, he groaned and spurted a small trickle of cum inside her. They both lay side by side on the floor afterwards, deeply winded and very relaxed, until they both fell asl**p.
ruchika didn't go too far in the next few weeks and although mohit did continue to chase up security, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
One morning, with about nine months left on mohit's tour, ruchika heard a buzz from the front gate. When she answered, she found it was a security man from the village. She let in a fat, very short, sweating little man who introduced himself as kasem, the head of local security.
The first thing she noticed about the poor little man was his size, he barely came up to her chest. She also noticed that, like most of the local men, his eyes seemed to be on every part of her at once. She was getting so used to this treatment that it hardly
bothered her any more; indeed, she had almost come to expect it. And she had been caught a bit off guard that morning, wearing only a tight pair of short shorts and a very flimsy, see-through top minus her bra.
When he asked her to go over her assault in the village, ruchika told him as much as she could without going into too much detail. He was nothing but polite as he listened to her story, making notes on a flip pad while asking the occasional question. He kept taking a
handkerchief out to wipe the perspiration from his rounded face, which ruchika thought was rather unattractive. She finally asked him if he would like a drink of water. He thanked her, saying, "Yes, please, madam."
ruchika felt his eyes on her she walked across the room to the kitchen, so on her way back with the water she 'put on the walk,' an ultra feminine movement that accentuated the sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts. She smiled sweetly as she bent forward to hand him the glass. She felt a slight warmth between her legs, a vague sense of arousal from teasing him this way. It had been such a long time since she had done that to any man, she thought.
After making a final notation, he closed his pad and put his pen in a shirt pocket. When he asked her how long she and her husband had been there, he was most surprised to find that they had only about nine months remaining. He smiled slightly at that, then asked why she hadn't joined any of the various indian women's circles. She told him, quite bluntly, that she found most of the women very boring.
After a little more small talk he excused himself, walked back outside to his jeep and drove off. As he had gotten up to leave ruchika had stolen a quick glance and was sure she'd spotted a not so small bulge in the crotch of his shorts. She laughed as she thought about how she must have really wound the poor little guy up.
Maybe she would have something she could tell her husband about tonight...in detail. And she might have, except that mohit came home from work that day with some rather bad news. For the next six months, he explained, he was being transferred further inland. He wasn't allowed to say specifically where, other than that it was not a safe place for indian women.
ruchika was first angry over the news, then began to argue and sulk, asking him repeatedly if there weren't some way he could get out of it. And mohit, as always patient to a fault, answered her repeatedly that, no, there was no way he could avoid it, the decision had already been made and it was beyond his power to do anything about it.
Once mohit was gone, ruchika wondered how she would ever get through all the months on her own. She tried to work on her book, but found she was unable to concentrate enough to make any progress. Only two weeks had gone by before she became so lonely and depressed that she went to see the higher ups in the company, complaining rather loudly about her plight. Several days afterward she received an angry phone call from her husband, who warned her to go easy.
Word had already gotten back to him that she was making noises, he told her, adding that things were touchy enough and he damn sure didn't need her causing him any trouble with his bosses. ruchika was near tears when she hung up the phone; seldom had her husband been so short with her.
After she thought it through, she started to appreciate the pressure he must be under. There were probably many things going on that he was not at liberty to discuss with her. She promised herself that she would keep a low profile for the remainder of his absence.
She made one small exception to this rule when she received and accepted an invitation to a party being given by the British Consulate. She had been house bound for three weeks and the loneliness was starting to wear on her. She thought briefly about bring up
mohit's situation with the British Consulate, but quickly decided against it. The evening of the party she was picked up by a black stretch limo.
She had gone to great lengths with her appearance and she looked stunning in her full length, strapless red dress, no bra, and four inch spike high heel shoes - which made her nearly six feet tall, adding father to her allure. She let her long red hair hang down loose around her shoulders. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and smiled happily; the combination of the red dress and copper coloured hair against all the indian skin she was showing made her look very very sexy. She felt good.
After making small talk at the party for almost an hour, ruchika was becoming bored. Finally she spotted the British Consulate and took the opportunity to introduce herself and speak to him, although she was careful to leave out any references to her husband's situation. Several minutes later there was a stir, followed by a hushed silence, as someone came in.
ruchika saw a rush of people move toward him, everyone wanting to welcome him at once. ruchika recognized the short man but knew nothing about him. When she asked the woman standing next to her who had arrived, she stared at ruchika for a moment, as if not understanding her question. Her eye's fixed on ruchika's. "Oh, that is kasem," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's the head of security for this area, and a very powerful man. Everyone is extremely wary of him. I suggest you be likewise.
He is very very powerful" ruchika sensed genuine fear in the woman's reply and it unnerved her.
Despite the warning, ruchika still had difficulty accepting that this ugly little man really had so much power. 'Talk about little and large,' she thought as she watched him hold forth from across the room. Her mind thought back to the visit the small security man had paid her several weeks ago, trying to remember details. Now she wondered what he had really wanted. A shiver ran through her and suddenly she wished she had worn something less enticing.
It wasn't long before he noticed her and came across the room to greet her. As they exchanged a polite handshake, she noticed for the first time how large his hands and fingers were. At least he wasn't perspiring, she thought. After they had talked for awhile, told her
he had some good news and asked if she would pay him a visit the next day. Though she felt a bit unsettled by his offer, she knew rejecting it was out of the question. He explained that he would send his driver for her at 11 AM.
After her morning shower, ruchika donned a light yellow coloured summer dress that buttoned up the front. It clung to her figure well, pushing her breasts together to create a nice cleavage. It was short, but not too short, stopping about six inches about the knees. Upon arriving at kasem's house, ruchika was amazed at how large it was.
It seemed to her almost palatial, at least in this part of the world. As the car made its way up the long, semi-circular driveway, ruchika counted at least four security guards with dogs patrolling the grounds. Her anxiety began to increase. He really must have been very important and powerful as people said he was.
Upon her entrance, kasem greeted her politely, led her to a comfortable chair and offered her a cup of tea. Though she appreciated his civilized manner, it did nothing to help calm her nerves. After they finished their tea, he looked directly at her.
"Look ruchika, I'll come straight to the point," he began.
"I am, as I think you understand by now, a very powerful man. I can get almost anything, how should I say it, taken care of." ruchika looked away from him and nodded her head. He smiled at her, his white teeth standing out against his very black skin. "Since you have been with us for over a year now I was wondering if you've learned anything about our African way of life?"
ruchika stared at the remains in the bottom of her tea cup for a moment. "I don't think so. What do you mean by that?" she asked weakly.
"I mean to ask, have you ever spoken with the other indian women - or girls - about our... sexual habits?"
ruchika looked up at kasem. "Yes, I've heard that, ah, a few of the indian wives have black men as their lovers," she said, trying not to betmohit the apprehension she was beginning to feel.
kasem's laugh was deep and guttural, filling the small room. He brought his big hands together slowly in front of him, the fingertips just touching. "Well, let me tell you something," he said. "Over eighty per cent of indian females age 12 years and above have had at
least one if not several black lovers." ruchika tried to stay calm, but her anxiety level was climbing ever higher. Why was he telling her these things? "No, I wasn't aware it was that high," she said.
His chair creaked slightly as he moved forward, focusing his gaze directly on her. "ruchika, do you love your husband?" he asked bluntly. ruchika stiffened slightly, moving her body back. The cat and mouse game they had been playing was over, she knew. Wherever this
was heading, she really didn't like it.
She stared back at the security man. "Yes, of course. Why would you doubt it," she said evenly.
"He's a lucky man, you know, having a woman like you." He studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to measure her in some fashion. Then he said: "Now, I have to ask, what would you do to save his life, ruchika?"When the reality of her situation hit, her composure finally cracked and she began to tremble and cry. "What? That's not a fair question. I mean, he's OK, isn't he, he's safe. You wouldn't hurt him?"
"Yes," kasem replied calmly, "of course he is, at least for now. But, how can I say it, things could always change."
"Let me put this directly, ruchika," he said, his tone becoming sterner. "I want you to be my lover. If you agree, mohit will be safe and you'll have nothing to worry about. If you don't, things might get, shall we
say, very difficult for mohit. We might even find out that he has suffered a terrible accident. Do I make myself clear ruchika ?"
His tone and demeanour left no room for argument. ruchika felt like she going into shock as kasem's message began to sink in. He had seemed like such a polite little man; now he was threatening her husband's life. Presuming her response, kasem pulled a business card from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back and handed it to her. "That's a private number where you can reach me," he said. "I'll expect a reply no later than tomorrow by mid day. Please remember what I've said. I do mean it."
That night a tearful, near hysterical ruchika spoke to her husband, explaining everything that had happened. He said he knew because he had already been told. After assuring her that she was in no way at fault, mohit told her he loved her more than anything in the world, but
he was also sure kasem would make good on his threat to have him murdered.