The Jezebel of India Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Jezebel of India Ch. 03

Chapter Three.

Ghadnar knelt at the foot of Sadashiv Rao, the small, podgy moustachioed princeling crouched on a round flat throne,

"With my Sepoy's your victory will be assured!" Ghadnar beamed with a pomposity that rivalled the English armies that marched across India. He looked to the right and left of Rao. He knew the princeling wanted nothing more than to supplant Lakshmi Bai or the Rani of Jhansi. He had been envious of her installation as the regret as her husband died. He was outraged that he, the nephew of Maharaja Gangadhar Rao should have been granted the throne of Jhansi but was ignored. The day that the Rani had been proclaimed had been a terrible one for the servants of the princeling, as he had struck many, propelled ornaments from pedestals, and roughly abused one of his minor concubines, which resulted in her taking refuge in the women's quarters in fear.

Then Ghadnar Labbi Singh came to his court, promising his sepoy army to usurp the Rani and be installed as the ruler. Of course, Ghandar had his motives for toppling the regent of Jhansi, apart from the gratitude of his princeling, he desired Lakshmi Bai even more than he desired the late wife and daughter of the Garrison Commander. Her beauty invaded his dreams and even when he spilt gold into the hands of whores in the city below the palace of Gangadhar Rao. They tolerated his rough hands and lack of gentleness. He would pull them, spank their round behinds, push them to the ground, and force ...

... them to suckle him, then slapped One of the high-class establishments that refused his custom and that raised a storm within him he threatened to burn the brothel to the ground but the Madam of the House soothed him with a very special and particular woman who could manage him in the bed chamber and he vented his anger upon her body. He wanted the Rani, he wanted her beneath him and succumb to him. He vowed to keep the Rani on a sliver chain in the Jhansi palace, naked at all times, and he would take her any time. He imagined fucking the beautiful princess on her flat cushioned throne, perhaps Gangadhar Rao would give him the palace as his own. He would be a true power and rule with an iron grip, that befitted his view of power. He would fill the rooms of the palace with all manner of women, large breasted native whores would recline next to slender white women from Europe. As his fevered imagination took flight, he imagined Lakshmi being fucked by multiple men, whom he invited to his court. He imagined her as the most submissive woman, who would beg for the power of his prick every night. Even his smile crept across his face as he waited for the princeling to gather his balls and agree to attack the bitch. Finally, Ghadnar looked up, his attention now recovered, the Princeling had found his courage and reached for his tulwar sword, which gleamed in its scabbard golden and bejewelled.

"Let us gather the forces of my host and reclaim my kingdom, so rudely snatched from me!" ...