Wedded Bliss Part Two

By Roshni Varsha

Mallika squeezed her eyes shut, trying to blot out the images from the pornography her husband was forcing her to look at, trying to ignore the fact he was standing right behind her, spreading the cheeks of her ass with his strong hands and inspecting her. Suddenly she cried out as the palm of Dhatri’s hand landed upon her buttocks.

“I said, look at the pictures Pet. Look at them, because someday, someday soon, you’re going to be doing everything you see in them, everything you see and more.” Dhatri cooed from behind her, enjoying seeing her skin darken with a blush, to feel the tremor of fear course through her body. Chuckling he returned his attention to her puckered asshole, confident that she had again opened her eyes and was flipping through the obscene magazine he’d given her.

Mallika was indeed doing as her husband commanded, but while her eyes slid over the images, her mind was whirling. This was not the wedding night she had expected, her mother had said nothing about a collar, or inspections, or this….this abomination. Mallika blinked back tears and looked down at the magazine, at the pictures her husband said would give her an idea of what to expect in her new married life.

The women in these pictures were all naked, many were gagged or blindfolded, some were tied up in strange positions, all were very submissive looking and were often in subservient positions. Mallika’s eyes focused on one picture in particular, and she stared hard at it, trying to memorize it because if she peered at it hard enough she might be able to ignore the feeling of her husband’s fingers moving across the skin of her ass, massaging it, caressing her.

In the picture a young lady, about the same age as she, was kneeling on the floor. She wore no clothing, only a leather collar much like the one Dhatri had put upon her own neck, and leather straps on her wrists that looked like handcuffs, except that they were not fastened to one another. The woman’s legs were spread and Mallika could see her pussy, glistening with excitement. She opened her mouth to speak, to ask Dhatri to stop, to explain that a mistake had been made, that this was not what was supposed to happen, and then she felt it, the persistent pressure of her husbands thumb pressing up against her asshole.

“Ah!” she gasped in surprise at this new violation of her body. Turning her head around to look at her husband over her shoulder, she pulled away, pressing herself even harder against the edge of the bed. 

Dhatri smiled coldly, a smile that never quite reached his eyes and with one hand pressed down upon her hips, pinning her against the bed, while the thumb of his other hand continued to press against her asshole.

“Relax Pet, if you relax it will hurt less…”

Mallika bit her lip to keep from crying out, in shame, in confusion, and looking back at the pornography open in front of her, she stared at it, looking at a new picture, one with a woman in exactly the same position as she. As she stared at the puckered butthole of the other woman, her secret place well fortified by her muscled hole, she felt the talented fingers of her husband teasing her now, circling her hole, then pressing against it before dancing about it once more.

When Dhatri only continued to press against her, never trying to force his finger inside her, only caressing her, his fingers light as feathers as they moved across her skin, Mallika felt her body begin to betray her. As her fear slowly abated, she felt a stirring deep within her, a sensation she’d never known before, a tingling that started deep inside her pussy and slowly spread all over her. Her pussy lips began to swell with blood, her clit to stand up and beg for attention, and still Dhatri continued his relentless onslaught, his fingers, his thumb lightly gliding over her ass, pressing up against the puckered mouth there, but never penetrating it.

More relaxed, more comfortable now, Mallika continued to flip through the pornography her husband had given her, and as she looked over all the pictures, her arousal continued to grow, she felt her pussy begin to get wet, the muscles in her ass to relax. Then, and only then, Dhatri lifted his hand to his mouth, and after sucking on his thumb, pressed it back against her butt hole.

“Relax Pet…” he whispered in her ear, and then with a slowly growing pressure, he inched his thumb into her virgin ass. Mallika gasped as she felt him begin to enter her, to slide past the tight band of muscle that was her sphincter and enter her ass. She pressed up against the bed, trying to get away, but his grip on her hips with his other hand was like iron, and she couldn’t hope to overpower him. 

Taking a deep breath Mallika sought to do as she was told, to relax, but it was nearly impossible with the totally alien sensation of having something move inside her butt. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Dhatri had his whole thumb up her ass, and there he paused. He let her body get used to his presence, to relax around him. As soon as he felt that, felt her muscles stop fighting against him, stop trying to push him out, only then did he begin to move. 

Slowly he fucked her ass with his thumb, pulling it almost all the way out before, just as slowly, letting it penetrate her once more. He could hear her sob, but she was very obedient, keeping her eyes glued to the magazine he’d set before her while he fingered her asshole. Once he was able to move his thumb in her ass with ease he pulled it out, only to replace it with two of his long fingers. Mallika cried out when he penetrated her with them, but he could tell from the way her ass massaged his fingers that her cries were not wholly of protest.

Dhatri, being much more knowledgeable when it came to sex then his virgin bride, noticed her body responding to his touch, to the visual stimulation he’d given her, and he understood where she did not. He could see her pussy becoming swollen with desire, saw her clit stand up and beg for attention. He saw the juices begin to run from her slit as he slowly fucked her ass with his fingers, moving them in and out of her slowly, so slowly.

Taking his cues from her body Dhatri began to speed his pace, pulling his fingers out and then violently thrusting them back in, punishing her tight little ass, and enjoying listening to her confused cries of pleasure and protest.

Mallika moaned softly, completely lost in the new sensations her husband was stirring in her. Never before had she known pleasure like this, all her shame, her embarrassment and even her confusion were lost, washed away by the waves of pleasure Dhatri was causing to emanate through her body. She moaned again and spread her legs, pushing her bronze bottom up to meet his fingers as they filled her ass. As he entered her, pressing down, she discovered that she could rub her clit against the edge of the bed, and that, if she did that, it would amplify her pleasure tenfold. Moaning again she pressed against the bed, wriggling, trying desperately to find the release she instinctively knew was there…somewhere.

“Stop!” Dhatri commanded, pulling his fingers from her ass and spanking her.

Mallika sobbed again, the pain in her bottom bringing her back to reality, reminding her where she was, naked but for a collar, kneeling on the floor with her husband’s hand upon her ass. Even now, forced to stop pressing against the bed, she could feel the waves of pleasure she’d been surfing slowly ebbing away, drifting, becoming smaller and smaller.

“The only pleasure you are allowed is that which I give you.” Dhatri snapped, reaching over her and picking up the chastity belt from the bed. Without further explanation he quickly attached it to her, and pulled her to her feet to lock it. 

Mallika looked down, totally taken aback by the strange contraption that now held her, keeping her from touching herself at all. It was rather like a pair of metal panties that locked up front, rather uncomfortable and very foreboding.

“I can’t have you touching yourself now can I Pet?” Dhatri cooed, smiling at the look of his lovely Hindu bride in her collar and chastity belt. She looked positively bewildered and lost exactly how he wanted her to be for it made her even more open to his training. His smile grew as he pointed to the large cage in the corner of the room. “Get in.”

Mallika looked up at him, her big brown eyes wide and filled with unshed tears, completely unmoved he merely nodded toward the cage and repeated his command, “Get in.”

Mallika did as she was told, climbing into the cage. It was big, not big enough for her to stand, but big enough that if she curled up she could lay comfortably, or sit cross legged without her knees touching the bars on either side. Turning around she faced Dhatri just in time to watch him lock it too, then stand and walk toward the door, snapping the lights off as he reached it.

“Goodnight Pet.” He whispered, and then he shut the door.

Mallika found herself alone, locked in a cage wearing nothing but a chastity belt and a collar. Confused by the events of the evening, confused by the new feelings that her husband had evoked in her virginal body, Mallika nevertheless cried herself to sleep and prayed that when she woke up in the morning she would find that it was all a bad dream.

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