Sahithi's Adventures

Pleasure?

“My Lord,” Brooks spoke. “I need her n*****s to be stiffer.” Robert smiled.

“William, if you do us the honours?”

“With pleasure, my lord!” he then placed his hands on the perfect pyramids, running his hands on them softly, making her shiver at the touch. He pressed them, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her. His fingers scaled the peaks, moving round the summits, stopping tantalisingly over the sensitive top of the n*****s, challenging them. She was surprised by her own reaction, the unfamiliar heat between her legs that was spreading rapidly to her nerves. Was this why girls needed men? Was this why they craved for boyfriends? Was it right for her to feel turned on by an unknown man’s sensual touch?

While she was trying to come to terms with her increasingly confusing sensations in her body, the man’s hands started kneading the b*****s like dough being prepared for making chapattis; press, fold, repeat. Why did she feel – this – this – strange sweetness – when he pressed her b***s as if they were made of sponge? Her n*****s tingled as the hands withdrew, throwing her mind into the alarmed desperation of a hungry fawn when the flow of milk stops from the feeder bottle. An involuntary moan left her lips, increasing the excitement of the men watching her.

“Good job, William!” they praised. “You are warming the b***h nicely.” She winced at the word but that disappeared when the attack on the twin peaks started, one of them still playing the role of dough while the other disappeared into the mouth of Private William. He sucked her right b**b hungrily like a baby, sending shudders throughout her body. His right hand ran over her left n****e, electrifying her body into grabbing his hair. She didn’t know why she did it, nor did she care that she was giving a spectacular show to an all-male audience. If anyone were to come into that room, they would think she was a professional pleasure giver, not a girl brought up in the strictest environment possible. Perhaps, it was the deep resentment of those restrictions that was asserting itself now, as she did what no traditional woman would even dream of, let alone do it publicly.

Her n*****s rose eagerly to meet their benefactors – the right one meeting the thumb and pointer, responding to the gentle tweak, while the left n****e rushed to meet the tongue that rolled over it lovingly, taking it to the heights of ecstasy. The tongue rolled over for a few seconds, culminating in a love bite that brought a moan of pleasure so genuine that the men had an instant hard on. They had never imagined that a novice could bring such a reaction in them.

“William, let me check.” Brooks ordered. “With your permission, my lord.” He looked at Robert, who nodded. Brooks walked to Sahithi, who was waiting impatiently for the pleasure to resume as she looked at William in confusion. The n*****s tingled painfully as if protesting the injustice of being abandoned without preamble. Lord Robert was smirking evilly. ‘Serves the c**t right!’ He thought. ‘How dare she question my authority?’ Sahithi opened her eyes when the gap was prolonged, only to find the painter standing close to her staring at her bosom. Another blush, this time of shame and mortification, crept into her cheeks as she realised that she had just behaved exactly how they wanted her to behave – like a shameless pleasure woman.

Brooks was finding it almost impossible to keep himself under control – well, what man could control himself when one of the most beautiful women stood before him fully naked, with an expression that screamed ‘take me’! With a superhuman effort, he managed to rein in his jangling nerves, keeping a stone-hard expression on his face as he scrutinised the n*****s standing proudly. He ran his thumb over them, feeling the softness that was hard as well. He pinched them, revelling at how she closed her eyes and let out a hiss of pleasure. He would have taken her had he been alone, but since he was tasked with painting her portrait, and since he was in the presence of his superior officer, he had to satisfy himself by pressing her soft, twin mounts of heaven. He walked back to his easel swiftly, afraid that he might kiss her then and there if he stayed a bit longer.

Lord Robert was enjoying himself thoroughly – it was amusing to see Brooks struggling to rein in his urges – perhaps he would reward him with her p***y later for his tremendous efforts. “Are you satisfied, Brooks?” he asked, making the man swear under his breath.

“Yes, my lord, they are perfect.” He spat out the words, not even trying to hide his disappointment. Any other man might have been punished for open dissent, but the circumstances were different and Brooks was no ordinary man. He had fought with Lord Brooks in many key battles, putting his own life on the line to save his senior officer. He was a lion-hearted warrior who had acquitted himself well in the heat of battle, not even flinching when the men fell around him. “Don’t worry Brooks, she’s yours if you get this right.” The Sergeant perked up visibly, saluting lord Robert enthusiastically before grabbing his brush.

With great motivation fuelling his nerves, his fingers flew over the canvas at a blurring speed that amazed everyone in the room. They were shocked at the speed with which the latest portrait took shape, almost as if it was not a human but a man with supernatural powers who was drawing. By the time you could say Kolkata, he was done, replacing the last brush in the stand.

What unfolded was something spectacular. It was the portrait of a woman who was ready to make love; the expression of pleasure mixed with the impatience of making love was captured so beautifully that one would be enraptured by the painting and not the nudity that was also depicted. Even Sahithi was shocked to see the look of extreme lust that was so obvious – she didn’t know whether she should be angry, mortified with shame or be happy at the discovery of this unfamiliar woman who could allow herself to be a plaything so easily. The hidden values that she had grown up with suddenly seemed to pounce on her conscience. That portrait did the trick – her mind was now crystal clear – there was no denying it; she had acted like a s**t.

Remorse filled her mind, fuelling into her limbs, spurring her into action. While everyone was busy admiring the breathtaking artistry of the painting, she quickly got dressed. No one noticed the diminutive girl slink out of the open window nor did anyone notice her disappearing into the darkness. It was William who noticed that something was amiss. He cursed himself for getting distracted by the painting rather than the live piece. He was afraid that he would be held responsible for dereliction of duty, which was a punishable offence. However, it was Sergeant Brooks who broke the spell and the bad news.

“Where is the girl?” there was bewilderment in his voice. His disappointment turned into resentment and then anger – anger at losing his just desserts – a prize won by an inhuman effort at self control. It was unfair that he was denied his fair reward for fair and honest efforts. He had every right to feel pissed. Lord Robert was very angry – he felt as if someone had slapped him hard. He had promised her to Brooks and someone had let her escape, making his word go in vain. He turned to private William, who was shaking like a leaf – well, he should; not only had his nephew let him down, he had done it horribly. However, he would reserve the punishment for later. He needed to find that girl fast.

“Private William, what do you mean by this dereliction of duty?” his voice was perfectly calm, a sign of immense danger. William knelt before him, bowing to the floor in a desperate effort to placate him.

“My Lord, forgive me. I can still find her, for I saw her in two places, besides knowing where she lived before she escaped from me. Give me a day and I will present her before you.”

“Very well, Private. You have one day. If you fail again, it will be the firing squad for you. Am I clear?” everyone was shocked at the fury in Robert’s voice. “You made me lose my word and you shall atone for it.” Private William ran out before Robert could change his mind. “I will find her Brooks.” He said to Sergeant Brooks, who looked livid. “I will find her even if I have to turn the world upside down. This is my word. She is yours to do what you please with her.”

Brooks saluted and then bowed, mollified. He knew he would get her – he would wait till she was found and then he would make an example out of her.