The Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club by Aussie Greg Legacy

Chp 7 Black Magic Takeover


This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series.

Mallika Sharma answered the door expecting another Indian customer. Her reputation as the best Indian Tantrik Black Magic Woman in Melbourne, Australia meant she had a steady stream of Indian students and older Indians who had obtained their permanent residency seeking love, beauty, wealth, happiness, revenge or whatever. She was 43 years old and 5 ft 4 tall. large breasted, big-bellied and thick waisted and hipped at 38 35 43. Her lighter skin and face with its prominent jawline immediately identified her as a Northern Indian. Unusually for an Indian, her thick strong black hair was cut in a short severe style.

But there was no customer. Instead, 4 middle-aged Indians accompanied by a younger Indian woman rushed through the door grabbing her and forcing her onto the floor of the waiting room, which was, in fact, her lounge room. I followed behind them once I established there was no minder lurking in the room to protect the Baba, Mallika Sharma. Saanvi, the 52-year-old CEO hopeful of the Indian sex club I had started and mother of the captain of the Indian students I coached in cricket and, had insisted on me accompanying them as it would be something I had never witnessed before.

Before I entered or the Indian baba or witch doctor could recover a ripping sound told me that her choli (blouse) and bra were being cut and pulled from her, to be followed by the loose-fitting skirt of her chaniya choli then her panties, until she was lying nude, before them.

"Ahh Oh Oh Nooooooooooo, robbery, police," Mallika screamed as one of them gripped her hair and dragged her to her knees.

"Let's see how the cunt sucks pussy. You others hold her and watch," said one of the eldest. The Tantrik knew it wasn't just a robbery.

As the Baba was held by two of the middle-aged Indian women the speaker shed her salwar kameez with one hand, revealing large muscular thighs with a very hairy prominent mound, huge, thick cunt lips and a floppy arse. The 5 ft 1inch, thick-bodied, long-haired 34c 33 38, 45-year-old woman sat down on the couch, opened her legs, and dragged Mallika by the hair, pulling her face into her crotch.

"Lick bitch," she commanded, jerking her hips into Mallika's face. I thought was going to throw up as the strong odour of the woman's sex hit her, but she refused, closing her eyes and pressing her lips together as she tried to pull her head away.

"Come on, Do it," yelled the Indian slapping the back of Mallika's head and plastering her slit against her face. The woman screamed as the Tantrik continued to refuse to lick her. "You think you're too good to eat Hara Jopra. You asked for it, bitch. Girls give me a hand."

Without a word her two cousins, Jaya 35 and Neha 37, younger mirror images of their older cousin lifted her onto the couch, dropping her onto her back with her head hanging over one of the arms. She found herself staring up at Hara sliding her hand along her legs until it reached her slit. Her fingers were at least 5 inches long and were very thin; to me always a good indicator of strong sexual desires. Screams were ripped from her throat and blackness clouded Mallika's vision as Hara ripped out a handful of her tangled pubic hair, causing her body to arch upwards in agony. Her head was held firmly in the grip of her two cousins as a dildo was shoved into her mouth.

She began thrashing about in terror as the 18-year-old Vanya, still dressed in her minuscule, blue checked school uniform drove her hips forward, forcing the 8-inch dildo strap-on down her throat, blocking her air passage. I was sure this was not on the curriculum of the exclusive Catholic school Sacre Couer she attended. Then the two cousins held her down, biting at her nipples and squeezing her tits as their older relative played with the Baba's cunt, exploring it with her long fingers. The scent of Vanya's cunt as she relentlessly mouth fucked her with the strap on was flooding Mallika's senses and her whole body was trembling from the double assault on her sex. She was draped over the couch bucking and thrashing as Vanya ground her hips into her face and the dildo down her throat.

Muffled screams came through the dildo whenever the older woman at her slit or her two cousins at her tits decided she needed a little tenderizing, smiling as they enjoyed their pinching, squeezing and biting. Hara knelt between the Tantrik's open legs, one hand at her cunt fingering herself, the other using the cunt spread open before her.

The lack of oxygen was making her dizzy. Her mind was floating outside her body as the dildo continued to pound in and out of her throat, fucking her like a man would, until Vanya's female cum covered her face, eyes and hair, before dripping on to her tits. She tried to scream, but her body, held down by the others, just shook with no sound escaping past the dildo. Vanya's cunt attached to her mouth by the dong exploring her throat was cutting off her air, denying her the oxygen she needed. Just as she felt consciousness begin to slip away, the dildo was pulled from her throat, and air rushed back into her lungs, as she managed deep sobbing gulps.

Her whole body was drenched and faint nausea filled her. She felt weak and didn't, couldn't, resist as she was dragged by her hair to her feet; the pain now a constant dull throbbing in her head. She didn't register as the strap-on used by Vanya was handed to one of the cousins, Neha, who slipped it on.

Warm lips met hers, and she was surprised by the passion in them, and she felt her body lifted from the sofa and Neha slip behind her to hold her in standing position. Neha's arms encircled her and gripped her tits. She felt the strap-on enter her arse; not gently and tenderly, but forcefully and brutally. Hara was in front of her helping hold her upright and French kissing and nuzzling her neck while her hands aroused her tits and nipples. Shivers of weakness slid through the Baba's body from this and the hands that ran over her, exploring and caressing her.

While this was going on Saanvi had been chanting a Mantra which I later found was called the Kamdev mantra and was to do with sexual power. As Mallika recognised the chant horror surged through Mallika. It was more than a robbery or lesbian rape. Saanvi had stripped to be completely nude and her body was covered with symbols painted on with owl blood. There were swastikas, various seeing one eyes, the Sanskrit symbol for Rati, the goddess of lust and carnality and others I did not know. On closer observation, I saw the swastikas were reversed, obviously to take the Indian meaning of good fortune and transpose it. The 52-year-olds tiny 54-kilo body was a mass of painted symbols and the nipples of her 32A tits were as hard and straight as metal bolts. She was playing with her pussy as she chanted and her fingers were soaked. She was grunting rhythmically between verses of the mantra and shaking as orgasms surged through her. And on first meeting her I had thought she was frigid. How wrong can you be?

Above her wet pussy with its clit busting from its hood was her shaven identity within the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club: a simple mandala sculptured in her wiry black pussy hair. My plan of having each of the 14 founding members of my club shave their pussy hair into a distinctive shape just like the knights of old heraldry had on their shields bore fruit. It gave each of them an identity to be proud of, fight for, defend and cherish. And it didn't hurt that each of them thought I had told only them this was the emblem I had selected personally, and the others would have to come up with their inferior mark of honour.

The idea had come to me when I first saw, compared to the Vietnamese that I knew, the full bushes of the Indian women and especially Priya's massive thick, tangled 6 inch long 2-inch wide landing strip. It was a short step to have her change it into the shape of a number one. Then I chose. Vanya, despite being the youngest at 18 and slim, had an immense bush and hers had been shaven bristle length into a 5 inch long 4-inch wide diamond with an uncut mohawk strip running down its middle. Ruth, my project to turn into the ultimate slut, had 3 lightning bolts each pointing to and reaching her clit hood. The overweight Navya was shaven except for a small postage stamp an inch above her slit which drew even more attention to her huge permanently exposed clit, while Anuska had 4 radiating lines from a horizontal strip above the top of her slit. No two women's were the same.

Of the others: Anvi, the 26-year-old prostitute proudly wore a porn star triangle, the 30-year-old Kira 4 horizontal lines, each becoming longer the further from her slit, Anika the slim 20 year old shop assistant featured a thin pencil strip, crossed at the top like a sword hilt, Tanvi the elegant 46 year old businesswoman a capital letter T, Dhriti, a teardrop while Ira had a 5 inch X. The good looking 18 year old Pari sported a cocktail glass, while Sai, the 46-year-old from Madurai, whose long oiled hair reached to her knees and was matched in quality in her pubes had a five 1 inch wide 6 inch long vertical strips in a zigzag pattern with long African style braids hanging from the thick mat of each strip. But all were proud of their design which I had assured them showed that they were the best.

Vanya lit thick black candles that were placed inside three human skulls and with the blinds down and curtains closed the only light was the eery flickering that escaped from the eyes and mouth of the skulls. She moved to Saanvi and began eating the chanting 52 year old nude, painted Indian her as she stood legs astride, still chanting.

Saanvi smiled and Mallika's eyes rolled and a muffled groans and grunts escaped her throat as she felt Neha fuck her arse. Tears filled her eyes even as chills of pleasure shot down her spine as Hara's' tongue clashed with hers, her lips warm and tingling. She moaned and wailed as she felt her arse stretch painfully, shooting a strange thrill of pleasure through her body as the fake cock propelled by Neha slid up into her bowels, raising her on her toes, her calves straining to lift her body away from the intrusion.

The lips moved away from hers as Jaya replaced her cousin Hara in front of her. Mallika was aware of the fullness inside her arse, her breath coming in short gasps as her eyes locked on the sharp brown eyes of the woman facing her. Her eyes widened and she looked down, seeing the 9-inch invader mounted on Jaya pressed lightly against her labia. She moaned, "No," before Hara's hands gripped her inner thighs, lifting and spreading her wide apart. The hands holding her legs apart released and she dropped down onto the monster dildo.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she howled as she was split in two, the howl cut short as the dildo jarred against her womb, sending a shock up her spine. The pain was overwhelming, dragging screams from a throat she had thought screamed raw. Lips covered hers again, this time insistent, forceful, biting. Her body was jerked back and forth like a rag doll as the two sisters fucked her relentlessly, in and out, in and out, each thrust into her cunt or arse jarring her entire body with its force. She was incapable of resisting, and no longer being held up.

Only the two dildos kept her from sliding to the floor between her two rapists.

Animalistic grunts came from deep in her chest in rhythm to her fucking. She could feel her rapists gasp and grunt and pant as they came, not stopping even then, enjoying the way they double impaled her body, the way it jerked and spasmed uncontrollably in their grip. Again and again, they drove into her until her head was spinning, the sweat covering their bodies, each of her rapist's arousal rising as orgasms rippled through their bodies. They didn't stop even when they came, enjoying the way they had speared her body, the way it jerked and spasmed uncontrollably in their grip.

The pain had receded to a background scream, leaving her impaled and stretched beyond imagination. Hara's lips and teeth at her neck and lips and face sent shivers through her body, and each thump of the dildo against her womb sent sparks of sexual stimulation screaming to her mind. She didn't realize she was cumming until she heard her voice howling and moaning as wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure rocked through her body, and still, they wouldn't stop, feral grins twisting their faces as they drove her higher and higher into orgasm.

They lowered her to the sofa with Neha, her dildo still in Mallika's arse underneath and Jaya on top. The eldest cousin, Hara, squatted over her face and lowered her gash onto Mallika's face and worked her slit up and down. Her commands and her tit raking of Mallika soon had the Baba using her tongue on her as the two cousins fucked her arse and cunt with their strapons. Above her continual moaning and the grunts of the three cousins as they came was Saanvi's chanting and her shrieks as Vanya ate and fingered her to orgasms.

Sparks started to cloud the Tantrik's vision, and she felt warm fluid gushing down her thighs. Her body was beyond her control, a spasming mass of muscle and sinew bucking uncontrollably on the end on the two fake, fat cocks, drowning her mind in pleasure as she pleasured the moaning Hara's slit with her tongue. Her eyes were open but she couldn't see anything as she rocketed in ecstasy, her legs flopping once, another gush flooding from her cunt before she went limp. The women fucked her a few more times before finishing their orgasms, dropping her like a limp doll to lay in her cum while they staggered from the couch.

The two sisters, their cousin and Vanya lifted her and laid her on her back on the dining table. Past feeling pain, she just lay there as the four of them quickly used the straps they had bought with them to secure both her wrists at her sides and her ankles wide apart to the table legs. Other straps held her thighs apart and one that crossed her belly kept her from moving at all.

Saanvi approached. Up to now she had been only chanted her mantra and cum as her semi adopted daughter Vanya ate her, but she now used a vibrator in her hand on Mallika. The state of arousal Mallika was in at that point forced her over the edge as soon as the vibrator touched her clit. The room filled with her moans, interspersed with groans of pain as her body writhed with each contraction of her tight pussy.

"I think you know what's coming up next. But first, I need to make sure that this stays where it should," Saanvi gloated as she clicked off the vibrator and placed it aside. She grabbed a length of rubber tyre inner tubing, wrapped it several times around Mallika's protruding belly, and then knotted it at the small of her back. She took the end and added a large knot in the middle and then let it hang loose. Then she took the vibrator again and moved back to teasing her whimpering captive, running the buzzing tip slowly over and around her clit, before attaching it to the straps so it was inside Mallika with the tickler on its shaft working on her raw clit.

"I'm Saanvi Palod and I know your powers as a Black Magic Woman come from your sexual energy. I know because mine does too. I'm doing this to increase my sexual powers by taking yours and show the Indian community here who is the most powerful Black Magic Woman and. I've been here 18 months looking after my son Angard and today will destroy you and establish my reputation here in Melbourne very quickly."

She gestured vaguely around the room as she listened to her prerecorded chanting. The flickering candlelight from the skulls illuminated the painted symbols on her nude body and the two pairs of bodies on the floor locked in 69. "You of all people know our magic comes first from the surroundings and preparation and sexually charged atmosphere. You can see that exists.

She paused deliberately. "And of course the two necessities: sex and pain. You are going to have both in excess and I am going to enjoy fucking you till you've been drained, worn out and emptied and have no sex power left because I have taken it, and then perform a ceremony that will leave you broken, destroyed and lower than an animal and totally in my power."

The Baba shuddered in fear. She knew she was to be part of a black magic ritual. A centrepiece and unwilling participant in Saanvi's ritual.

Saanvi gestured to Hara and her cousins. "These are my chelas, my assistants, and they are here to help with the ritual by increasing the sexual energy necessary for the process: the Jaadu Tona." Her hand moved to Vanya and she continued, "And this is my daughter who I will take from her biological mother after I defeat that woman in a sexfight and then together we will rape her. She is nearly as horny as me."

Only I noticed the annoyance that crossed Vanya's face at being described as "nearly as horny as me."

She lowered the volume of the recorded mantra and to its background accompaniment, the three Indian cousins began chanting a puja or prayer which by now even I realised was not for bringing happiness to Mallika. Vanya again started eating Saanvi as she picked up and used the vibrator on the bound Tantrik. Mallika's body reacted once more to the pleasure it gave and she was racked with spasms so hard her juices now streamed down her thighs.

Saanvi with Saanvi attending to her clit worked the head of the vibrator between Mallika's legs and against her pussy lips and moved to take her left breast into her mouth. She began to suck her hard nipple between her teeth, traced it with her tongue, and then flicked the tip back and forth. Mallika's body reacted instinctively by grinding into the vibrator and riding it hard.

"ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" she screamed and bucked, as Saanvi's bite drew blood causing to the restraints dig deeply into her wrists. Her arched back pulled her weight against the straps, sending pain through her body. The pain combined with the swift hard strokes of the vibrator made her cum over and over and over until she felt she couldn't take anymore.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH OOOOOH GOOOODDD," Mallika moaned as her body shuddered uncontrollably. As her body shook against Saanvi, she tossed her head back and squealed her anguish. Screams of pleasure were now indiscernible from cries of pain as Mallika's plump breasts shook against Saanvi's face. Saanvi pressed the vibrator all the way home in Mallika, driving it deep within her writhing and helpless body. She turned the vibrator to full and reached between her legs and brought forward the tubing, bringing it up and then knotting it at the tube around her waist. The knot she tied now nuzzled against her clit, the rubber vibrating against it. Saanvi stepped back to watch her reactions, knowing there would be no respite for the Baba.

Mallika shrieked as the vibrator buzzed deep inside her, filling her, the rubber tubing grating against her clit, rubbing it with continuous intensity. The rubber against Mallika's clit provided a painful pleasure as her pussy tightened then released around the vibrator. Squeezing it tightly, her lips inflamed, her pussy soaked, her body shaking as she climaxed, covering the vibrator in her slick juices.

As Mallika rocked in her bindings and was lost in her orgasms, Vanya removed the ropes at her ankles. Mallika continued to shake and shiver, and Hara gave her a brief dose of sweet ether vapours, then untied her wrists and turned her around. She swiftly rebound her wrists again behind her back. Then Saanvi took the end of the tubing after knotting it off and attached it to the rope that bisected her crotch so that her hand movements would move the vibrator within her as well as the knot at her clit. Stunned and unaware of anything but the pleasure in her pussy, Mallika's stretched arms pulled against the rope as her body shuddered without respite from the torment.

Mallika winced as the tubing pulled up hard between her lips. Her juices soaked and lubricated the rubber coil so that it now slid easily inside her. The world around Mallika disappeared as only the sound of her screams filled her ears. The mind-numbing sensation of the vibrator deep within her shook her to the core. Saanvi took more rubber tubing and looped it above Mallika's elbows. She pulled it tight, forcing her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and making her elbows touch behind her. She then took the tubing and passed it around her, first over her breasts, and then under them. Tighter and tighter. Mallika's breasts were now jutting out in protest from her restrictive bondage.

"PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," Mallika screamed, begging and pleading for Saanvi to stop. Her screams were now cries of agony, loud shrieks as the pressure on her breasts increased until she could bear no more.

Mallika gasped for air as her body continued to convulse with orgasms even through the unbearable pain. Saanvi reached around Mallika and pulled her back against her. Her rock hard nipples pressed hard against her Black Magic rival's back as she writhed erotically against her. Her hands took Mallika's full tits and slowly started to massage and knead them. As she pulled on her hard now bloodied nipples, her breathing was hot and heavy with excitement in her ear.

Desperate for relief inside her Mallika pushed her arse back against Saanvi, not caring about the consequences and the unbearable pain it caused when she moved. She pressed her full round arse hard into her.

"UUUUUUUUUUNNNN oh GGGGGGGGGHHH oh AAAAAAAAaahhhhhhhhhh" Mallika gasped, her panting punctuating her screams. The wetness on her pussy had spread to her arse and soaked through to Saanvi.

"You are truly horny, Mallika. Well worth the wait," Saanvi breathed into her ear as her left hand now roamed down over her round bare belly. Her fingers splayed wide to trace the stretch lines on her stomach. "I'm going to drain you of cum. Make you cum till you can no longer cum and then claim your sex energy for myself. You will lose your power and be finished as a Tantrik and my sex power will be stronger with yours added."

Mallika continued to gasp, unable to speak, her pussy nearly numb from the vibration, as small explosions of orgasm still filled it with each passing moment. The spiking pain in her wrists shot up her arms, causing her to writhe against Saanvi, her belly pressing against her touch.

"Look around you. The sex energy of the room is increasing. I know you can feel it."

In Mallika's peripheral vision she could see Hara and her two cousins in a writhing daisy chain; Hara's tongue working Jaya who in turn was eating her sister Neha whose tongue disappeared into her cousin's twat, Vanya was enthusiastically using a double dong on Saanvi, getting far more pleasure from it than Saanvi would have approved of. But she was too engrossed in Mallika and responding to Vanya's deep tonguing of her slit to fully notice.

Mallika's loud groans turned Saanvi on more and more. She knew that she had to rape the Black Magic rival soon or else she would explode. Saanvi took another length of rubber tubing and took Mallika's right ankle and folded it back against her thigh, looping the tube around her leg and pinning the ankle against her thigh. She then did the same with her left leg, pinning her ankle back against her other thigh.

Mallika groaned loudly, her face and nipples against the cool wood of the table, which caused the nubs of her ripe melons to become still harder. Saanvi then took another tube and ran it through the rubber loops, which bound her ankles to her thighs, then up to her bound elbows. She pulled the rubber tighter and tighter, bowing the grunting Indian woman's body backwards more and more. She finally secured the binding, knotting it back at her ankles.

Mallika's knees were now spread wide and her hard nipples brushed against the wood tabletop as her body rocked against Saanvi. Mallika screamed as the tubing simultaneously stroked her clit and caused her body to writhe in pain. Tears streamed down her face as the pain became more than she could bear. Mallika groaned continuously, her voice faltering as she began to cum again. The once confident Indian Black Magic Woman moaned and whimpered when the waves of orgasm once again racked her contorted body.

Saanvi rolled Mallika over onto her back, pinning her bound arms and legs underneath her. The midsection of her body was forced to arch upwards. Nehra, left her younger sister and cousin locked in a 69 and climbed on the table and squatted over the Indian woman's face lowering her cunt to her mouth.

Mallika responded with a muffled, "MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHH," as Nehra cunt fucked her face. Mallika's muted screams reverberated around the room as driven by the dildo she continued to struggle against the ropes. Saanvi brought out a pair of shiny nipple clamps from her bag. They were attached with a light gold chain that sparkled in the light. She took Mallika's right nipple into her fingers, tugged, twirled and teased it. Then she attached the first nipple clamp to Mallika's hard dark brown nipple.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" the shriek came loud and long and now, piercing through the room and bouncing off the walls. Meanwhile, Vanya was eagerly capturing every moment on her phone camera while she still fucked Saanvi who was now teasing Mallika's left nipple to full erection by pulling, prodding and pinching it, before attaching the clamp to it. She placed one hand over her arched straining stomach as she tugged the chain in her other hand from side to side...up and down...stretching the tender nipples. Saanvi was practically salivating with lust and her breathing was heavy with excitement.

The pain and pleasure were now intermingled, as Mallika's screams muffled by the squatting 35-year-old Indian's cunt continued to fill the room. White-hot bolts of pain pierced her nipples, shooting down to her pussy and through her breasts. Her clit throbbed, as a hard tug of the chain put her over the edge once again with a muffled cry of pleasure as her body spasmed; her screams and cries almost continuous by now.

Saanvi's chelas stepped forward. Although small in stature their bodies were well rounded with protruding bellies and thick thighs and all the women had overly pronounced pubic mounds and cunt lips and were extremely hairy. Hara spoke. "We all come from a small village near Konark in Odisha. A long time ago our village leader decided he liked women with very enlarged sexual organs. Since then we women do things that make our pussy lips and clits get bigger. Girls with the biggest clits get married first. I competed against the other women and was married quickly because of the size of mine, Neha and Jala also were married quickly."

The more Mallika struggled and reacted, the tighter Saanvi increased her bondage restricting her movement. Next, she flipped her back over onto her belly so her head hung over the table. Neha now replaced Vanya standing with legs astride so her wet cunt was pressed against Mallika's face and Jala took her place in the 69 with the mother Hara. Immediately Neha began to push her oversized cunt lips and pussy into Mallika's face excitedly working the full length of her gash against her face.

Mallika's eyes widened in horror at the full realization of what Saanvi planned and struggled wildly causing the tubing and rope to cut into her further. She screamed more loudly than from any previous spasm of pain or orgasm. The pain began tearing through her body, and her brain was on the verge of overload.

As she talked Saanvi attached a strap-on dildo, not the 8 or 9 inches that had been used on her before but 12 inches of silicone-filled rubber, and the menacing black weapon quivered as she approached Mallika ready to insert it into her. She cut away the tubing that held the vibrator within the Indian woman and slowly pulled the moist instrument from the wincing Indian woman with a slick wet sounding SHHLLLLLUUUUURRRPPPPPPP.

A gasp escaped around her cunt as the vibrator was released. Her pussy, tight, hot, and throbbing, pulsed from the overwhelming orgasms and her thick mucous juices spilled when the vibrator slipped out completely covering her thighs. When Mallika's hips were level with her, Saanvi gripped her knees and spread her legs wider apart, and stepped leaned between them. With her false cock straining forward, her hands slid forward to Mallika's hips and she tilted her backward and thrust until she had impaled the Black Magic Woman.

"UUUUNNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!" Saanvi groaned with pleasure as she entered her slowly and sighed at the feeling off Mallika's tight wet pussy as it gripped the incoming dildo.

Mallika screamed as the heat from Saanvi's false cock radiated through her body. Her pussy clenched hard around the cock, gripping it tightly, the friction against her throbbing clit making her cunt pulse harder. Saanvi took the lead that ran from the tubing holding Mallika in the intensely excruciating hogtie and began to rock her against her. She reached under her with her other hand to grab the chain that dangled from the nipple clamps. She tugged both the rope and chain as she thrust deeper and harder into her.

Mallika wailed and moaned into the cunts of Jaya, Neha and Hara as they rotated their face fucking. She came over and over again, soaking Saanvi's strap-on, as her juices ran down onto the false balls of the dildo Saanvi was relentlessly forcing into her. Saanvi's grunts and the three' chela's screams of ecstasy as they cunt fucked the face of the Baba mingled with Mallika's to create a symphony of sounds.

"YESSSSSSSSS!" Saanvi groaned with clenched teeth, ecstatic at the pleasure she felt. She thrust harder, rocking the hogtied witch doctor rival with the chain pulling at her tortured nipples. Mallika spasmed violently, as the ropes bit and abraded her skin.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMP!!" came Mallika's cry of pain. Her pussy was aroused, hot and throbbing around Saanvi's dildo as she climaxed semi-continuously. Saanvi was filled with delight as she felt Mallika's juices running along the strap-on to coat her belly and slip down to her cunt. She groaned loudly as she felt a build-up of the most intense orgasm she could imagine.

The crest of another orgasm was approaching Mallika as Saanvi reached her climax. The false cock was squeezed tightly and deep inside her. Mallika came with a force so strong it rocked her and pressed her harder into Saanvi. Then Saanvi pulled her away from her removing the cock. Saanvi's eyes took in her body, bound tightly and severely with rubber tubing. Her groans of helplessness and pain filled the room, her ears, and her mind. She entered her again and fucked her harder if that was possible, thrusting deeply and finally she began to climax again. She erupted with a fury even stronger than before.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" groaned Saanvi cumming estaticallly.

"UUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mallika's body exploded at the same time. Saanvi's hot juices of triumph poured from deep inside her running down her legs to the floor.

Saanvi exploded again and again with the 12 inches implanted deep within the squealing Indian woman, her spurts of cum flooding from her cunt and covering the inside of the strap-on harness with her juices with every laboured backstroke of her rocking.

But nothing can last forever and as Mallika feared and Saanvi expected Mallika's cumming decreased, her love juices ceased and Saanvi was dry fucking her. She was almost drained. The rocking finally slowed, and the pain subsided as the motion decreased. Mallika's ravaged pussy was hot and throbbing as it clenched and pulsed around the cock of Saanvi. Breathing heavily now, Saanvi released the chain between the nipple clamps and ran her hands slowly along her sides to her hips and thighs. She held her firmly against her groin as her cunt pumped the last drops of cum from deep within the restrained Indian.

After several long seconds to catch her breath and recover, Saanvi winced as she stepped back and pulled out of Mallika's dry raw pussy. She slowly spun her around and stopped her when she faced her. Her head bent down so she could easily look down into her tortured dark brown eyes.

Triumphantly she crowed "I've started to destroy you."

Mallika's heavy groans and whimpers finally began to subside as the rape mercifully ended. Her bruised wrists, ankles, and every muscle ached from the bindings. The entire area between Mallika's pussy and arse was covered in a mixture of Saanvi's dried cum and her caked-on juices. Saanvi unstrapped her and then removed the strap-on while Mallika could only lie there spent, unable to move, silently vowing not to be broken.

But it was not over. Hara, Neha and Jaya and Vanya took their turn at fucking the semi-conscious Indian woman two at a time: mouth and cunt, cunt and arse, arse and mouth as she lay prostrate on the table. An hour later when the four had finished, Saanvi played with Mallika's cunt. There was no response from the Indian woman. She had all her sex fucked from her.

Standing in front of Mallika Saanvi proudly displayed her cunt. Looking through half-open, swollen, tear-filled eyes Mallika didn't know how she hadn't noticed the size of her clit before. It was huge. It was about the size of half her little finger and was quivering, erect and glistening. Her inner pussy lips also were quite large and stuck way out. Her outer lips also were much larger than normal but didn't appear swollen. They just hung.

"I told you how our village a woman's worth is determined by the size of her sex. No-one is bigger than me. Here's the reason why. All the women in our village use it."

Mallika's gaze went to the strange object in Saanvi's hands. It was an Indian Red Scorpion's stinging tail about 3 inches long that had been modified to work like a doctor's syringe. Where the body should have been was a small bladder filled with a brown thick gel-like liquid. Saanvi demonstrated how any pressure on it made the dark amber fluid drip from The Sting.

She held up some split bamboo slivers and said, "Prime bamboo from Meghalaya worked by craftsmen in the Garo Hills." She attached the modified scorpion's tail to one side of the handmade sliver of split bamboo so it had a supporting bamboo spine. The other half of the split bamboo also had a similar scorpion tail and the split bamboo was kept apart by a green bamboo spring so it formed a V-shaped trap with the stings pointing inwards.

Hara handed her another, much smaller; the stings of the scorpion tails not much more than an inch long. Again the split bamboo had a coiled bamboo spring keeping the two arms apart. Saanvi leaned in close to her and said "These are for The Sting. The small one goes over your clit, the bigger on your cunt lips. Most of the time in my magic it is only on for a short time. Yours will be attached to your clit for much longer with a bigger bladder and with a different mixture to mine."

With that, she picked up another scorpion tail. The sting was the same size as the one she had just seen. This one had a bladder almost the size of her fist connected to the head by a hollow bamboo tube. She could see that this one was also filled. Neha picked up the small scorpion tail and without ceremony pressed it hard against Saanvi's clit and released the spring. The split bamboo closed and the stings sunk into Saanvi's large clit. Saanvi then reached down and grasped the bulb squeezing it hard. She softly sighed.

"Oooohaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh oooooooohhhhh yeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh That's soooooooooooo good. Scorpion poison diluted with my cum."

Jaya now picked up the large tail bamboo and slipped the split bamboo over Saanvi's cunt and let the stings sink into her. She moaned loudly. Her body quivered as she reached down and squeezed the bulb with sharp jabs. Each time she would shake and orgasm louder. Soon there were not one but three scorpion setups, one on her clit and one on each pussy lip. As Mallika looked closer she could see her clit where the bamboo was not attached. It was bright red and swollen. She could see it pulsing from the juice flowing into the very red and swollen sex organ. Saanvi came over to Mallika and jutted her pelvis forward proudly showing her the red swollen clit.

"This is what makes mine and my Chelas clits and cunts huge. No-one in our village has had The Bite as long or as often as us. But for you, I have the opposite serum; scorpion poison and my pee. Within a day it will dry and shrivel your sex and magic power."

Mallika felt Hara's breasts and nipples pressing into her back as she reached around her fastening a belt around her waist. She then took a bladder and slid it into a pouch on the belt. Mallika was then pushed onto her back and her legs were spread wide apart. Neha then put her mouth to her clit and sucked hard. It was almost painful but also stimulating. (conflicting but allied sensations that she was soon to be accustomed to). She kept up the intense sucking for what seemed an eternity barely swelling the size of the worn-out clit before she backed off. Mallika watched in fear and anticipation as Saanvi guided the tail and bulb to her exposed clit. Saanvi examined her cunt and experimented with the placement of a scorpion tail on her clit before she was satisfied.

Fondling it she said, "It has been a large and responsive clit this afternoon. It is capable of giving you strong sex energy. Look at it for the last time because from tonight onwards the juice will work and it will shrink away to nothing."

The split bamboo closed on her clit as the others grabbed her holding her down. Mallika screamed at the top of her lungs. Her clit was on fire and her body was jumping from the pain. It felt like she had been stung by a scorpion on her clit. Gradually the pain faded to a steady throb and her breathing calmed down.

Saanvi explained that injecting the juice was super stimulating her exhausted clit and as the juice was forced into the clit she would be continually masturbating it to produce very intense orgasms. But the result would be the opposite of Saanvi and her relatives. Unlike the growth in theirs, her clit and sex drive would shrivel to nothing. She would be like a female eunuch. As Neha videotaped, Saanvi squeezed the bladder. Mallika's head snapped back as her clit throbbed wildly and a loud animal howl escaped from her throat If Jaya and Vanya had not been holding her she would have bucked off the table. It felt like thousands of fire ants were running around inside her pussy and every time Saanvi squeezed the bladder they bit. Suddenly the pain was replaced by a searing prolonged orgasm that did indeed jerk her off the table.

The women strapped her to the table she had to endure Saanvi attaching the two larger stings to her cunt lips and then work the juice into her. In between the pain, Mallika lost track of the orgasms she had. She had heard of people getting pleasure from pain but hadn't believed it until now. Each time Saanvi shot more juice into her clit pre-orgasmic quivers raced through her body until with one long squeeze she climaxed harder than ever. All through her climaxes, Saanvi kept pressing more juice into her clit extending her climax. Finally she couldn't take any more and passed out.

She came to in Neha's arms with Jaya sitting between her sprawled out legs. She looked down at her cunt and almost passed out in shock when she saw that she had an even bigger tail strapped over her pussy and another larger bladder held by Jaya drip-feeding The Sting. Saanvi approached and positioned a smaller scorpion tail on Mallika's still engorged clit and let the stings sink in. She anticipated the pain but still let out a moan. The process of feeding her clit and cunt the juice began again. After a couple of hours and satisfied with the progress made, Saanvi released the scorpion tails.

Terror consumed the exhausted now semi deranged mind of Mallika as Saanvi bent over her, removed the lid of the antique box she held and slowly removed a 2-foot long carved ivory snake dong. Nothing terrified her as much as snakes and to her distorted mind here was one just two feet from her face.

Saanvi stroked the antique aged, yellowing, ivory dido; her fingers tracing the exquisite carved scales, the realistic head and beady eyes, the forked tongue. "It's from Murshidabad, originally from the Maharaja of Darbhanga's collection and infused with magic over the centuries."

My mind was thinking about what I could get for selling the antique, not its so-called magical properties. Saanvi moved towards Mallika's feet. Lifting her head, Mallika could see her reach towards Mallika's open snatch and open her outer lips reach into the inner tunnel. Saanvi slid the carved ivory dong down Mallika's belly towards the open lips of her vulva.

"Nooooooooooooooooo," screamed Mallika as she felt the carved reptile, now out of her view touching her cunt entrance. Some part of her mind registered that the strong hands of Saanvi's assistants gripping her ankles, keeping her legs steady and opening her slit, tighten their hold. She could not move.

Mallika shrank from the first feel of the ivory dong as Saanvi placed its carved head against her gash. Painful chills ran through her cunt and her belly and she wished she could scream. Again and again, Saanvi pushed the head into her twat, only to withdraw it. Mallika did scream when she felt the head of carved ivory snake and the body behind it in her pussy. Strange, unbelievable sensations danced through her cunt and her head came up as high as she could lift it to see Saanvi finally insert the ivory fully into her cunt, which seemed to spasm in revulsion.

Saanvi rotated her wrist, twisting it from side to side. Inside her cunt, the movements of the dong sent ripplings of maddening unbearable sensations echoing again and again through her shuddering snatch. The pressure of Hara and the other two gripping her ankles and body eased as they allowed her legs to stretch forward and close together, sealing the entrance to her snatch, with the carved ivory snake inside.

For minutes at a time, the dong was motionless and she thought that perhaps it was over. She had no real feeling of it stuffed inside her. Then Saanvi would use her hand and the ivory dildo would be pushed in and out or twist in her cuntal tube.

"Aaaagghhh, good God!" Mallika wept, her pussy muscles working involuntarily. An unnerving heat flashed through her. The feelings the carved inanimate reptile aroused caused the Indian woman to grit her teeth against the retching of her body, a prelude to orgasming. Suddenly a tempestuous climax crashed through her and her arse began bouncing wildly on the table, very much as if she were fucking the ivory carving. It was far more than the feeling gained from a man's cock. The continuing ripples of her orgasm weakened Mallika and she half swooned.

Hara and her cousins undid the ropes binding Mallika's wrists and she was flopped over onto her belly, her hands secured again behind her. She looked back apprehensively over her shoulder as Vanya and Hara scooped their hands carefully under her belly and lifted her off the table onto a coffee table and set her down kneeling on all fours. Mallika waited, her arse in the air. She looked down, staring unseeing at the floor as the thick buns of her butt were pried wide, opening her anus until the warm, moist inner pinkness showed. Her back bowed up and down at the harsh touch of the head of Saanvi's black 12-inch monster. How she wished she could faint, or die.

She squealed in a mixture of pain and enthrallment as the pear-shaped head of the cock snuck into her arsehole. The ivory dong inside her cunt churned as if pursued and as she hunched the cock pushed farther into her rectum. Her bowels rolled hotly from the steady, firm penetration. A convulsive sob racked the bunched up body of the Indian woman as her butt hole accepted the slowly plundering prick.

"The snake is the symbol of man's virility and I am taking this away from you now. You will never want sex with a man again because you have had the snake," gloated Saanvi as she arse fucked the kneeling, crying, wailing Indian woman. Finally satisfied, she finished, withdrew and then removed the carved realistic ivory snake dong. It had done its job.

"With the juice withering your sex, and the snakes finishing your need for men, now you will submit to me permanently. It s time for Vashikaran and no totka in the world will reverse it. Being a witch doctor you must know if a woman swallows another woman at ragtime they are under their control. It's my ragtime now. Even at my age, my sex magic keeps my monthly date and I can control its coming to the minute."

Spreading open her pussy lips apart, she lowered her hips so her cunt covered Mallika's face and pressed herself against her to make a seal. "Taste it," she commanded.

Despite all she had endured Mallika struggled with all her remaining strength because like all women from the country villages and provinces far away from the big cities she fully believed that swallowing the red juices would bond her to that woman. As the others held her Hara seized her clit which was exposed and resting on the thick body of the snake in her teeth and bit. The pain was too much. She gripped the string of the tampon that Saanvi had inserted in herself as she used the ivory dong on Mallika between her teeth, pulling it taut. Saanvi slowly raised her hips causing it to gradually emerge from her twat. Finally, it popped out. Taking the string from her mouth, Saanvi held it up, and Mallika stared at the tampon as it dangled in the air. It was short, only about an inch and a half long, and all but the part closest to the string was stained a dark red.

She placed it in Mallika's mouth who was forced to suck the excess liquid, tasting its metallic, feminine taste, When she bit down on the tampon, she was surprised. Since she had never done this before, she had no idea just how absorbent the material was, so wasn't prepared for the sudden burst of clotted blood in her mouth. The sharp taste and acrid smell were still on her tongue when Saanvi withdrew the tampon from her victim's mouth and wrote her initials "SP" on Mallika's forehead with the bloody tampon.

Despite what she had endured that day and that she fully believed would happen to her it was a minor thing compared to swallowing the Indian woman's monthly curse and believing she would be owned by her. Saanvi swung her leg over her torso, then shuffled forward again until her thighs were framing Mallika's head. She had timed it well and was at her heaviest, and soon her thighs were a red mass which she lowered further. Just before planting her pussy on Mallika's mouth, she looked down and gloated. Mallika was forced to poke her tongue in her bloody box.

At first, Saanvi just gyrated her hips, rubbing her cunt lips all over her mouth, smearing it with her sticky discharge. Then, as she got more and more excited, she started bucking her hips, her slippery gash sliding back and forth over Mallika's lips and chin, covering them with pussy juice and blood. Her mouth was still slightly ajar as she did this, with just the tip of her tongue sticking out, and she could feel her extraordinary enlarged clit continually bumping against the end of her nose.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" she yelled. "Take it! Take it! Suck it up bitch"

Soon she was humping Mallika's head so hard that there was a chance she might break her nose. Suddenly she jerked sharply, as if an electric shock had passed through her, and pressed her pussy tightly over the Indian woman's open mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" Saanvi cried, and her whole body began to shake, while her pussy spasmed and a brackish fluid jetted into Mallika's throat who swallowed it and was forced to worm her tongue as far up inside her cunt as she could, swallowing the strange combination of pre-orgasm juice, period blood, and cum. Afterwards, Saanvi just continued to sit on her face. Seconds later, Mallika felt Saanvi's vaginal muscles flexing and, right away, a warm stream began to pour into my mouth, completing the full range of bodily fluids available to her from the Indian woman's pussy. She found herself sucking little clumps of coagulated blood out of her snatch as if she was eating the aftermath of a miscarriage instead of just a normal period.

The front doorbell rang and a 20-year-old Indian student entered expecting a quiet waiting room, then stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes took in the scene in the room. Turning to face the young man Saanvi said, "A competition to see the best has meant there is a business take over. I will be happy to assist you tomorrow."

She dismounted from Mallika and placed a mirror before her face for Mallika to see herself. Her face was like a lioness at a kill, covered with blood, her hair matted, but the initials on her forehead were still visible.

Turning back to the wide eyed student she stated, "She no longer has the power. I do. Spread the word."