Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales (8 page)

"OK," Manu continued.  "Gita, today I am going to prepare you for some things you may expect when Shekhar summons you.  How you are to behave. And how you are to respond to him.  Again, I know this is all very new to you, so please, remember…  Don't be afraid."

Every time he said not to be afraid, I trembled more.

"Sometimes, I will come for you, and I will take you to the part of the house where Shekhar lives, to his bed chambers.  He will expect you to be displayed in a certain manner when he enters the bedroom.  So that is what we will work on first."

I was beginning to hate the mention of that name.  I couldn't imagine why on Earth we were talking about me going into his bedroom when I would not even know him if I passed him on the street.  However, it was apparently protocol in this strange world, and I did trust my friend.

"There are specific positions to be used, and you may select the one that suits you at the time, unless you are told otherwise.  The first thing you will always do is disrobe in Shekhar's room."

Complaint burned in the back of my throat and tears sprung to my eyes.  But I said nothing.

Manu got down on the floor on his knees.  "For this first position, you will want to make sure you keep your back to the door.  Please do as I do."

Hesitantly, I joined Manu on the floor, roosting on my knees.  At least it wasn't painful, with my knees sinking into the plush carpeting.

"There will be a round rug in front of his door, and that is where you will do this.  Now, please lower your face to the floor while keeping your buttocks up."

I stared wild-eyed at Manu, blushing furiously.  I wanted to ask questions.  I wanted to protest.  He waited patiently, prepared to respond to whatever I might say.  After a long hesitation, I instead just did what he told me, slowly lowering my face to the floor.  As I bent, I could feel myself begin to spread at my center and I knew I was terribly exposed.  But Manu did not move to look, only continued to wait for me to comply.

"You may turn your face to the side so that you rest on your cheek.  This is meant to be pleasant and comfortable for you."  I almost laughed at that comment.  Though physically I wasn't terribly uncomfortable, emotionally I was raw.  "Now, spread your arms out over your head, your palms flat on the floor, and your fingers spread."

Manu waited as I moved to comply.  Then he scooted over behind me, but oddly I sensed he still wasn't looking at the private parts of me, though they were there for the taking.  He put one hand on my hip, and his other hand slid quickly between my thighs.  He gently used that hand to separate my thighs.  Then he immediately pulled his hands away from me.

"While in this position, you will spread your legs as wide as you can, and this is how you should be when Shekhar enters."

I gulped in shallow, rapid breaths and stayed in the position until Manu spoke again.  Then, he took me through several other possible positions, ending with one where I lay on a cushion in front of the door with my knees bent, my thighs spread far, and my hands cupping my full breasts.  When he told me that was the last one, I began to cry.

Manu's face fell.  "Oh Gita, please, do not cry!  I know it's all terribly confusing to you, but you have to believe me, you will understand in time!  And you will be happy behind your wildest imaginings."  Shadows crossed Manu's dark eyes.  "It's all I've ever wanted for you."

Manu produced a tissue from his breast pocket and offered it to me.  What I really desired was a blanket to cover my naked body.

"I'm going to show you one more thing today, Gita, to help you begin to understand the beauty of things you will feel and learn here.  To give you a tiny taste, of treasures you never knew existed.  You trust me, do you not?"

I nodded tearfully. 
"Yes, Manu.  I trust you."

Manu moved and took a seat between my spread legs, being careful not to brush his body against mine.  "I am going to touch you now, Gita.  Just relax.  Be patient.  Allow yourself to become lost in the sensation." 

My heart quickened once more, but I nodded.  Manu extended one finger and delicately placed it between my legs.  He applied a whisper of pressure to a part of me that I'd never known existed and instantly, my midsection seemed to melt in a flood of warmth.  "Ooooh," I whispered, my eyes growing wide.

Manu smiled his friendly smile.  "It feels good?"

I nodded shyly as Manu stared into my eyes without ceasing the gently swirl of his finger.  "This part of you is called a clit," Manu said matter of factly.  "It is OK if you make noise.  Shekhar will touch you here sometimes, and he will enjoy the sounds of your pleasure."

I moved my hips slightly as Manu intensified the pressure on my clit.  He moved his finger in a fast, perfect rhythmic circle over this part of me that tingled and grew hot.  I was breathing heavily and my eyes fell closed as my head spun with the powerful sensation that was building in my mid-section.  This was unlike anything I'd ever felt before in my life.  When my eyes popped open for a moment, I saw that Manu was looking away from me, and still no part of him touched any part of me other than his one finger.  I closed my eyes once more and resolutely decided to do what he'd instructed; lose myself I did.

In only seconds, my hips bucked suddenly as I thought I was going to lose control of my bladder.  But something else happened instead, something that sent me over an invisible edge and before I could pull it back, a fractured scream escaped me and I fell back heavily into the cushion.  A thin sheen of sweat coated my entire quaking body, and my thighs shook uncontrollably like butterfly wings.  Manu pulled away from me instantly and stood up, the picture of composure.  I was embarrassed about my outcry.

"Don't worry, it's normal to cry out, Gita," Manu said as though reading my mind.  "You are free to express your feelings however you must in those moments.  What you've just experienced is called an orgasm.  This is the only orgasm you will ever experience again without Shekhar.  But don't worry, he will give you many, and in a thousand different incredible ways."

***

I was overjoyed when Manu joined me for lunch after the training session.  I caught the glances and small smiles from some of the other women, and my cheeks once again blazed as I suspected they knew what had just happened to me.  As we sat together eating, we discussed old times and caught up.

"Manu," I said.  "I have a question."

"Yes, Gita?"

"Well, on my first day, Padma told me men never ever come into the harem.  Not even Shekhar himself.  So then, why are you here?"

Sadness darkened Manu's sweet face for just a second before he replaced the expression with his usual peaceful patience.  "Gita, it is so difficult for me to explain it all to you."  Manu sighed deeply.  "So many curious questions you have!"

"I'm sorry, Manu.  I don't mean to frustrate you with my questions.  Never mind," I replied.

"No
no, it's OK, Gita.  Hmmm…  Where to begin?  Well, you remember I told you that we were both born into a certain world."

"I do!  I remember that, Manu!  But I still don't understand!"

"Your mother and father wanted this life for you from the time that you were born," Manu explained patiently.  "In a harem, you will always be honored and protected.  Cared for.  You will have everything your heart desires.  That is what they wanted for you.  So they spent your life grooming you for the opportunity to become a harem girl."

It was my turn to sigh.  I leaned my chin dejectedly in my hand.  "I'm still not sure I agree with their philosophy," I muttered.

Manu smiled and patted my hand.  "Time will tell, Gita.  You will see.  At any rate, similarly to you, my parents also saw this life for me.  But obviously, as a man, I can't be in a harem.  Nor did we come from the sort of wealth that I could ever hope to have a harem of my own.  But they had a plan for me as well…"

I stared at Manu, hanging on his every word. 

"Gita, do you remember that summer after our third grade year?  After your parents took you out of school?  I was gone for a while…"

I nodded vigorously.  "I do remember, Manu!  I remember your face when you returned, you were… 
Different.  You seemed sad."

Manu nodded.  "My parents sent me away to have surgery that summer. 
So that I could be assured a spot in this life."

"Surgery?
  So young?  What kind of surgery?  I'm sorry Manu, I still don't understand."

In a voice barely audible, Manu answered.  "I'm a eunuch, Gita."

The puzzled frown did not leave my face as I continued to stare at him.  I felt like groaning in frustration.  Questions that made no sense with layers of answers…  That made no sense.  The confusion seemed endless. 

"Do you know what that is?"

I shook my head.  "No."

Manu lowered his eyes, his cheeks burning.  "When I was nine, a surgery was performed on me to remove my sexual genitalia."

I reeled backwards, choking on a violent gasp.  "Dear God, no," I whispered, outraged.  My stomach bubbled, hot bile searing the back of my throat.

Manu's eyes darted around; hoping no one else was eavesdropping on our conversation, though they already knew about him anyway.  It was still difficult for him to speak it aloud. 
"Gita, please!  This is so difficult for me to tell you."

I became quite literally consumed with rage and began to shake violently, hot tears spilling down my face.  I hated Manu's parents at that moment.  I hated my parents for knowing this about Manu and not telling me, not doing anything to protect him.  My eyes were suddenly open to the world I was now a part of. 

Most of all, I hated Shekhar Kulkarni.

Manu took my arm and gently led me from the table and out of the cafeteria.  Outside in the hallway, he hugged me briefly, but I felt no warmth in his embrace. 
Just perfunctory comfort.

"Gita," he began pulling away.  "It is OK, I promise.  I've had a wonderful life.  I've never suffered anything other than some temporary pain after the surgery.  I am a close confidant to one of the most powerful men in India, and therefore I am powerful.  I exchange this gladly for romance or a family of my own.  The harem is my family."

"And because of all this, Gita," Manu continued.  "I was able to ensure your placement here.  I was able to make sure no other harem picked you, where you may have been abused or brutalized.  I knew for years your parents planned to sell you to the highest bidder.  So, I made sure the one who bought you was the one where I could be there.  Every day.  Watching.   Protecting you!"

I stumbled backwards.  "Sell me?" I whispered. 
"To the highest bidder?  I…  My…"  I didn't know what to say.  "I can't leave?"

Again the sadness passed over Manu's face and he tried to hide it.  "Not easily, no.  But, that's what I've been trying to explain to you!  You won't want to leave, Gita!  Your life here will be Heaven on Earth!  I promise you this!"

I glared angrily at Manu.  "Oh yes, Heaven," I growled.  "Like your life here?  Where you bring women to orgasm with no satisfaction of your own?  Where you live your life among women.  No, among WHORES because your parents made sure you could never do anything about your urges?"

Manu looked stung, as though I struck him.  "I have no urges, Gita," he said softly.  "Having this done to me at such a young age, I was spared all that confusion."

Against my control, I released a peel of wicked laughter.  "Spared?"  I seethed.  I shook my head.  "Given what you just made me feel, Manu Gadhavi, back there in that room…  I can tell you, it's very sad that you see it that way."

I turned and stalked angrily away.

***

Another week passed by in much the same way. 
Endless primping.  Exercising.  Hostile stares and hushed voices.  Then, one afternoon, I saw a new girl at lunch with Padma.  She had the same wide eyed, frightened look about her that I'd had on my first day.  I'd never seen anyone like her.  She was petite with toned, wispy limbs.  Her black hair hung perfectly straight down her back and glistened in the dim lighting.  Even without any styling or adornment, her hair was a striking frame for her delicate face.  Her black eyes were made up with smoky brown makeup and she had expressive arched eyebrows.  Pouty, full pale pink lips moved as she whispered to Padma and I saw she had sparkling white, perfectly straight teeth.  My breath caught in my throat as I watched her.  I caught glimpses of her throughout the day, but never got a chance to speak to her.

Early that evening, Manu came to gather us.  He informed us we were being taken into the main house for a party.  Despite my mounting disgust toward the harem and Shekhar Kulkarni, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement.  I was glad to be getting out of the harem, even if just for a little while.  And though I had my mind set to hate Shekhar, I was curious to meet him, and to learn what he was like.

When I entered the banquet room where the party was to be held, I gasped.  It was the most elaborately decorated room I'd ever been in with golden wall paper and trim, live plants, and a feast set up that was fit for a king.  We were told immediately to eat sparingly and not to overindulge in the fattening foods.  A band was set up in a corner playing lively music and some of the harem girls were already there, laughing and dancing.