The Empress, Part 1

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  • Secret Meaning Of The Empress

The Empress is the mother goddess of sexual invention. The Empress is fertile sexuality, her vibrant body, attractiveness and hypersensitivity; she can use at will against those who oppose her will. She renders them weak and docile with her sexual powers.

Passionate indulgence. She adores the sexual organs and will worship them openly without shame. Her esteem manifests itself in overt sexual acts and delights in both fellatio and cunnilingus.

She is the instigator of all lustful pleasures. She chooses her lovers, male and female, young and old, with authority over her passions. Her nature is the door to divine sexual pleasure. She offers a rich harvest of intense sexual pleasure as reward for her worship.

  • Mythology Of The Mother Goddess

The Indians over the centuries have worshipped many gods, some good and some definitely evil. Mayong (Assam) in northeastern India was famed as the 'Land of black magic and evil witchcraft'. It is here, worshippers of Ma Kali, the Mother Goddess or Dark Empress, were said to have performed human sacrifices in efforts to appease her lustful appetites.

Ma Kali has been sometimes depicted as a ferocious goddess dancing on the corpse of Shiva, making him erect so that even in death she can receive his seed. It is said that Kali was black because she was beyond human comprehension. Says the Mahanirvana Tantra... 'Just as all colors disappear in black, so all names and forms disappear into her'... her nudity was both primeval and fundamental. Extreme perverse sexual pleasure was a key part of Kali's divine worship and was thought of as paying homage.

Chapter 1 - Nightmares

Tara cried out loudly just as she awake. It was still dark in her bedroom and the sudden flood of light from the passageway hurt her eyes, as her mother rushed to her side. Tara was panted out of breath, as if she had been running a marathon, and her nightgown was drenched in her own perspiration.

"Tara, it's alright... I'm here babe. It's just a bad dream." Comforted Jill, her mother, as she wrapped her arms around her little child and held her tightly.

Tara sobbed deeply into her mother's soft chest. "But it's the same bad dream every night... I am being..." In mid-sentence Tara stopped. Her nightmare was not something she felt comfortable sharing with her mother or her father... in flash she remembered that moment, just before we awake... unable to move from pure fear of a naked black-skinned witch.

"You're safe now my love." Her mother's reassurance had quelled the hysteria and panic of this horrid nightmare.

George, her father stood at the bedroom doorway silhouetted against the hallway light. The precocious little eleven year old could see that both her parents were very tired from their broken sleep, but also both very concerned about her. Momentarily, it made her feel a little better, but the acute anxiety still haunted her.

"Don't worry my dear, the other kids are still fast asleep." Said George as he quickly checked on Tara's eight-year-old brother, Leo, and her nine-year-old sister, Jaime. "Come Jill, let's get back to bed."

"You go back and lie down, you have work in the morning... I want to make sure Tara is alright." Assured Jill to her husband.

"Ok love." George answered sleepily as he slowly made his way back to their bedroom down the hall on the first floor landing. "I'll leave the hall light on then."

Jill turned to her daughter, Tara, who was still wrapped in her arms.

"You're sweating profusely my dear." She noted. "You're going to have to change your nightgown again."

"Yes mom." Tara awkwardly acknowledged. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I have the same horrid dream every night. I see this evil witch with black skin... she's chasing me and I can't get away." Tara left out the part about being them both being naked. "I think she wants me to drink her blood."

"I've been speaking to your father and we've decide that tomorrow, he'll take you over to your Aunt Lucy's place in the countryside... maybe a change of scenery will help you get over these anxieties. It's best for you not be here for a while. We both agree that you may feel a lot better with some country air to help you."

"I don't know mom? I want to be here with you guys."

"I understand, but you cannot go on night after night like this. It'll be just for a couple of weeks... you'll have fun with your Aunt. You know how much she loves you. Now, do you want me to stay with you tonight."

"No mom, I'll be ok." Reassured Tara. Her mother gave her a kiss on the forehead and made her way back to bed. Jill switched on the bedside lamp and closed the door behind her.

As soon as her mother had gone back to bed, Tara pulled back the damp bed sheets. She retrieved a clean nightgown from her closet. Stripped out of her damp clothing that had clung to her skin, leaving the used nightgown in a crumpled heap on the floor.

The summer nights were uncomfortably warm sometimes, but it had been her succession of nightmares that had left her tired, irritable and fearful of these horrid visions that had been so incredibly vivid.

She could still see the face of the black witch. Unlike witches her in fairy tales with broomsticks and a pointed hat... Tara's witch was more like a female warrior with blue-black flesh, her four arms each carried a weapon, around her neck she wore a necklace of skulls and upon her head an evil crown... Tara had a vivid recall of the witch, standing over her completely naked. She looked up and could not help stare at her blue-black breasts and protruding vagina. In her dream, Tara was the not only one that had been naked... there were others who also gathered and danced in worship of the back witch that they called Goddess... though she had been very frightened, her dream had also given her strange a feeling between her legs.

Tara heart thumped loudly inside her chest as she stood in front of the mirror and looked had how her body was beginning to change. Her chest was no longer completely flat and as her fingers brushed against her delicate little nipples they responded with an erectness that she had not experienced before. She felt a strong urge to pinch them and pull them. She remembered how the other girls in her dream had thrust their hips back and forth in such a vulgar manner... it made her feel wet.

Instead of changing into her nightgown straight away, she checked that her door was securely closed, and then returned to standing naked in front of the mirror. She examined herself, her fine bone structure and fragile looking physique. Her nimble little fingers touched the delicate folds of her tiny labia. The sensation was unexpectedly thrilling... it felt naughty touching herself naked in front of the mirror.

Without thinking about it, she remembered how the evil witch had forced her and the others to do all sort of disgusting things to themselves and each other. Subconsciously, she pushed her finger inside, up to the first knuckle, and felt the wetness at the shallow entry to her vagina... this had been what the evil witch had been doing to herself, snorting and moaning with her fingers moving constantly in and out from between her long blue-black legs. She remembered the witch moaning loudly in her self-pleasuring as she toyed with her necklace of human skulls.

Tara feel a little light headed, but lay back on the bed and continued touching her self. Tara's fingers soon became coated in her sweet juices as she slowly finger-fucked herself for the very first time and brought her hand to her mouth and tasted herself as she remembered vividly watching the evil witch doing the same whilst the naked girls danced around her in a bizarre and scary ritual.

She felt a pang of guilt... this is the part of the dream she had not told her parents about... how she had screamed and awaken just at the point when the evil witch pulled her face against the sticky wetness of her blue-black hairless vagina. It terrified her... but excited her... both at the same time.

Her breath had become short and shallow as the pleasure became irresistible... she could not believe how good it felt to be so bad. Conflicted with this thought, in a moment of Christian consciousness, she thought that she must stop. It wasn't good to do this, she kept telling herself. God, Mother Mary and all the saints could see what she was doing and they would definitely no approve.

But, regardless her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They would not stop. She imagined the evil witch dominating the pre-teen girls, forcing each of them in turn to lick her soaking wet slit. This submission to evil seemed to make the warm and ticklish pleasure intensify; and like a flash of lightening in her mind, she began to shake and quiver uncontrollably. The sensation erupted like a volcano... beginning between her legs and spreading throughout her whole body with a quaking of incredible delight.

Still panting from the explosive force that had left her eleven year old body with a satisfied glowing sensation, she instinctively felt she had done something wrong. How could she contemplate such vulgar thoughts? How could she seek enjoyment from the thing that had terrorized her night after night?

She hoped that her parents had not heard her. She certainly blamed this digression from her usual God-fearing self, on that evil witch whose actions could be nothing more than simply perversion and wickedness. She quickly pulled her dry nightgown on, switched off the table lamp... and for the first time in long while, she felt the tenseness leave her body as she immediately fell into a deep and restful sleep.

Chapter 2 - Usha's Temple

Tara's father, George, and his older Sister, Tara's Auntie Lucy, sat drinking tea on the stone patio in the garden. Her country home was absolutely beautiful at this time of the year. Set amongst the rolling hills and woodlands of Surrey, it was surrounded in peace and tranquility. It was a warm summer's day and the sunlight ducked in and out behind the soft white clouds as they marched slowly across the horizon.

"Nightmares?" Asked Auntie Lucy.

"Yes. We've simply run out of ideas... I have talked to a few specialists and their advice is simply patience." Said George.

"What are these dreams about?"

"Something about a black-skinned goblin or witch or something like that."

"She's been watch one too many horror movies I am sure. And you both need a rest too. Don't worry, some time out here will do wonders for her, I am sure. And by the looks of things, so good for you and Jill... you look so tired and worn-out."

Tara skipped along the gravel footpath as she always did when visiting her Aunt's house. From the rear of the house, there was a steep embankment that led down to the rest of the garden that was located at the bottom of a hill. The sweeping path cut into the side of slope and made it easy to reach. The sculptured gardens and flowers beds were meticulously kept and the bouquet of summer filled the air.

As she reached the edge of the property, she was able to get a glimpse of the adjoining gardens of the equally impressive estate next door. Their high stonewall blocked most of the view, but a narrow gap in the stonework gave Tara the opportunity to notice a strange looking gazebo... its style was very ethnic. Arabic or Indian maybe? She was about to go back up the hill, when a young voice caught her attention.

"Hi, I am Usha, what is your name?" Said the tiny voice with a strong eastern accent.

"Hi, I am Tara." She answered.

"Ah, you are the Star?"

Standing on the other side of the gap in the wall was a small brown skinned girl about the same age as Tara. Her long black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and she wore a brightly colored halter neck top and matching skirt decorated in glittering silver threads and shiny beads. Her bellybutton was pierced with a tiny gemstone. Her almond shaped eyes were an incredible shade of azure-blue that contrasted her coffee-colored skin.

"Star?" Asked Tara.

"In Hindi, my mother tongue, your name, Tara, means the Star. I haven't seen you here before?"

"I am staying with my Aunt. Do you live here?"

"My family built this place. Would you like to come over and play?"

"Yes, ok, but I need to tell my Aunt where I am, she might get worried."

"Sure, I will wait here for you."

"I won't be long."

Tara, smiled to herself, she had made a new friend. She quickly ran up the pathway that ascended the embankment to find her father and aunt still talking.

"Is it ok if I go and play next door with Usha?" Asked Tara, panting out of breath from the uphill run.

"Usha?" Asked George.

"Usha Sarin. She's... a rather strange young girl from next door."

Turning to Tara, she added "I think it'll be fine, just be back by suppertime. You'd better say goodbye to your father, because he'll be going home and you won't see him for a couple of weeks."

Tara smiled, hugged her dad and kissed her aunt. They could see her excitement about making a new friend, as she skipped off once again down the steep embankment disappearing to rear of her aunt's large property.

Lucy shook her head and smiled.

"I heard from one of our neighbors that the Sarin family originally came from Mayong in the northeastern region of India. Strange bunch. Mayong was famed as the land of Indian black magic and witchcraft... They've lived here longer than our family. They keep mostly to themselves usually... never known her to talk to anyone before."

"You seem to know a lot about this mumbo-jumbo?"

"You forget that I did Eastern Studies at university. Always had an affinity for the 'mumbo-jumbo' right!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to sound... you know."

"Interesting name, Usha, it literally means demon princess. They are a very eccentric family... don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on Tara."

Usha was waiting patiently when Tara arrived back. Tara's nibble body had no trouble getting through the narrow gap into the adjoining garden.

"This is really cool" complimented Tara, as she looked at the dramatic vista created by the strange Indian garden dcor.

It was definitely not your usual English country estate. The trees, scrubs and flowers where all unfamiliar and rather exotic... she could believe that the aromatic smell of Usha's garden. It was like being in a different world.

Usha took Tara by the hand. It was a strange feeling that Tara had not expected. Usha's hand was firm and cool to touch and her small fingers wrapped around Tara's palm in a firm grip.

"Come, let's play together in my little temple."

Tara accepted Usha's hold on her hand and the two new friends walked through the strange garden towards a small stone structure.

"Is this where you live?" Asked Tara.

Usha laughed. Even her laugh sounded very ethnic. "No, I live in the house at the front of the property. I like to play here, as it out of sight of my parents. They never come down here and I have the freedom to do as I please."

"I like your colorful outfit" said Tara.

"I have others in my little temple. Maybe you would like one to play in... it'll be fun to dress up, after all, you are a star."

"What like a movie star?" Asked Tara naively.

"No... in my religion to be the 'Star' is not to be afraid, it embraces all... it encourages and delights in all forms of desire." The words sounded strange from the mouth of one so young, but Tara put it down to their obvious differences in cultural heritage.

"Well that can't be true of me." Tara admitted. "The reason my parents sent me to stay with my aunt is because I have been having bad dreams..." She stopped herself, but Usha looked at her very curiously. "Well I have had nightmares."

"What do you dream about?"

Tara contemplated her answer. "Just weird bad things."

Usha smiled with bright white teeth and gently touched Tara's face.

"You must embrace the bad as well as the good... it us what the mother goddess says."

"Who's the mother goddess?"

"Her name is Kali. She is one of the gods that my family worships. She is fearful but brings great joy."

"Kali" whispered Tara to herself...

"Well, let's not dwell on bad things here Tara. Come with me." Usha squeezed her hand and pulled her inside the temple.

Usha led Tara into the dimly lit stone structure that served as Usha's temple playhouse. Inside, as Tara became use to the light, she admired the finely treated walls with friezes painted in the Indian style that depicted life and times from their ancient culture. The floors were covered with exotic carpets and the child-sized furniture was authentic in its design.

"This place is incredible Usha. You must be very wealthy?"

"My family, have many investments... well that is what my father says."

"From the outside it looks small, but inside it seems much bigger. I love these paintings... you must feel very special."

"My mother says that I am a princess... and as my older sister is away studying, I get spoilt all the time. I like it very much."

Usha pulled Tara to a large chest overflowing with many items of ethnic clothing. She pulled out a skimpy, almost transparent-looking outfit and modeled it against Tara's slender physique.

"You'd look great in this. Why don't you put it on?" Encouraged Usha.

"It's a bit revealing don't you think?"

Usha laughed. "I guess so, but who's going to know? If it makes you feel better, there's another one here and I'll wear that too. It's just us girls darling. Nobody ever comes here except me... and my special friends."

"Am I one of your special friends?" Asked Tara.

"You could be." Usha lent forward and kissed Tara softly on the lips. At first Tara was a little shocked to feel a buzz from the girl-girl kiss. She pretended to take it all in her stride... maybe that is how they do things in Usha's culture?

Without another word, Usha striped out of her outfit. She seemed to take her time changing into the gossamer thin outfit. Tara was stunned at Usha's lack of self-consciousness about being naked in front of a girl that she just met. She was mesmerized by Usha's beautiful coffee colored skin.

"Don't be shy Tara." Encourage Usha as she slowly donned the outfit that concealed nothing. Her small puffy little chest and hairless vagina were completely visible through the delicate fabric.

Tara hesitantly removed her top, shorts and conservative cotton underwear, until she too was naked. Now it was Usha's turn. She made it no secret as she watched her new friend strip naked.

"You look beautiful just as you are, it is almost a shame to cover yourself." Usha helped her into the outfit that too left nothing to the imagination. As Usha's skin brushed against hers, Tara felt tiny electric shocks that in turn instigated a new horniness.

"Come now, let me teach you a special dance. It is a dance we do for the goddess Kali." Announced Usha as she led Tara into another small room in her little stone temple.

Tara was a gasp at the lewdness of the paintings that covered the walls of this square-shaped room, its floor littered in decorative cushions. The dancing figures in the murals were all completely naked. She could not help noticing that all the male dancers where all erect... Tara had never seen anything like it. It was simply strange but at the same time she could not help but become increasingly aroused.

She certainly did not want to offend her new friend, but it was difficult to conceal her surprise. Usha acted as if everything was normal and as she put on a small music player on and the room immediately filled with strange pulsating and rhythmical Mridangam drum.

Usha made her hands swivel at her wrists and then gyrated her thin hips, bucking back and forth seductively in time to the erotic beat of the Mridangam.

"Come Tara dance with me. Loose yourself in sacred music."

Tara watched her new best friend performing this unusual and sexy dance and tried to move in a similar way, but found that she felt clumsy and inept at it to begin with.

Usha laughed. "It's harder than you think right?"

"Yer, I can't do it like you."

"It is your first time. What do you expect? Come here, I will teach you to move your hips correctly."

Usha stepped behind Tara and placed her small brown hands on her hips and moved them to the throbbing beat. It felt strange this weird Indian girl holding her firmly and moving her like a puppet to this even stranger erotic music... but she liked it... she was not sure why, but her continued arousal seemed to intensify at the touch of our new friend.

"Burai devi ke lie hastamaithuna Kali (masturbate for the evil goddess Kali)."

Tara did not understand the language in which her new friend spoke with such gusto. It sounded magical and chant-like. She felt Usha's body push against hers. Her hips began to bump and grind against Tara's bottom and through the soft fabrics that rubbed back and forth against her hard little nipples and pulled against the wetness of her groin, rubbing directly against her exposed clitoris... she tried to not breath so heavily and pretended not to enjoy the sensations. As Usha gyrated against her, Tara could not but help feeling how hard Usha's nipples were as they pressed against her skin.

"That's it, see your body is moving much more in rhythm" praised Usha. As Tara's body responded to the hypnotic tempo, Usha began to push one of her thighs between the cheeks of Tara's bottom, brushing against her anus and vagina.

Tara swallowed. She felt a little giddy, overwhelmed and unsteady on her feet as she lent back to meet the thrusts back and forth with Usha's movements. Usha's hand moved up from Tara's hips. Usha rubbed the soft palms of her hands directly against Tara's hypersensitive nipples as Tara felt her friend's hard little buds pressing against her back.

Tara let out an unconscious low moan as her breathing became more and more erratic in Usha's pre-teen sapphic seduction.

"Maharani Kali burai mam mujhe usaki atma ko de (Empress Kali, evil mother give me her soul)... that's it Tara... loose yourself in the ecstasy of the dance."

Usha kept one hand makes soft circles on Tara's nipple, while the other hand moved southwards and pressed against her pussy, pulling the fabric so that it formed a camel toe between Tara's delicate folds of flesh.

Tara's mind was in two places. She could not ignore the sexual pleasure her new friend was giving her, but at the same time, she felt it was wrong and pulled away.

"Sorry Usha. I... I think I had better go."

She almost stumbled as she stepped forward and away from Usha's hold... trying to gain control of her posture; and the will power to resist the exotic spell that Usha seemed to have cast over her. She grabbed her cloths from the floor and rushed out of the little temple.

Usha watched Tara leave all twisted up inside. Usha smiled to herself. The seed had been sewn; there would be no turning back for her new best friend.

Chapter 3 - Usha's Influence

Tara quickly changed out of the skimpy Indian outfit before returning back to her aunt's house at the top of the embankment. Her heartbeat was still thumping in her chest from the shear adrenaline rush and her crotch felt damp from her animal sexual arousal.

She would have to return the outfit, but at the same time, she did not want to put herself in a compromising situation with Usha again. The girl was just too strange; no she was more than strange. Nothing made any sense! Why had she hated it and loved it both at the same time?

"Did you have some fun?" Asked her unsuspecting Aunt Lucy bringing her back to reality.

"Fun? Oh yes Aunt Lucy, it was... interesting." It was not a lie. Interesting was a good way to describe it. She hated herself for the way she felt. It was confusing, scary and kind of thrilling... hot and cold, sour and sweet.

"Why don't you have a quick wash before supper is on the table? I made your favorite, fish fingers, mash with baked beans." Tara smiled.

Tara went upstairs to the room that she always used as a bedroom, whenever she came to stay with her aunt. It was bigger than her bedroom at home and it had its own bathroom attached. Tara hid Usha's outfit in her rucksack and washed herself thoroughly.

Dinner was a blur and as she excused herself for an early bed, she kept thinking about Usha and the weird feelings that she had experienced. She had kissed her aunt good night and was alone once again to say the Lord's Prayer.

Once in her light summer pajamas, she knelt besides the best and started to recite her prayer. But instead of thinking of Christian things, the thought of the evil black witch crossed her mind. Kneeling not to pray to God, but to kneel to this evil sexual goddess. She thought about the painting on the wall of Usha's little temple, of the naked dancers... prone and erect and having sex with each other. At the same instance she began to feel damp between the legs. Her hand immediately snaked inside her pajama bottoms and fingered her itchy little pussy. How she had enjoyed the feeling of Usha's touch earlier... how she wished she had stayed and enjoyed more of the delights that her friend had to offer.

Striping out of her pajamas again she opened her rucksack to retrieve Usha's saucy Indian outfit. She remembered how sexy her new friend had looked in it and how she had touched her through the delicate fabric. She could still smell her sexual arousal in the translucent fabric. Tara began to rub the fabric against her face and then to lick at the slightly damp crotch area.

Tara remembered Usha's words... when describing the meaning of her name... 'The Star encourages and delights in all forms of desire...' so if she was the Star, how come she feared the unknown... the evil witch that had haunted her dreams for the past year now, no longer seemed to fill her with dread, but filled her with a new sexual desire.

Against her better judgment, she found herself standing in front of the dressing mirror as she once again donned the revealing outfit. It felt sexier than nakedness and nasty because of the illicit connection with the promiscuous little Usha. Soon see was gyrating in the mirror and moved as Usha had shown her. She rubbed the palm of her hands against her erect nipples, just as Usha had done, and rubbed her finger back and forth pushing the soft fabric into the groove of her dripping wet pussy.

It felt deliciously naughty and soon she pushed her hand inside the outfit, so that she could sink two fingers as far as she could into her aching pussy, as she rubbed the nib of her clitoris simultaneously. She wondered what it meant to be one of Usha's special friends

In her mind she imagined the soft brown skin of her wayward friend as they lay together face-to-face rubbing their itchy pussies against each other... in frottage as she kissed her soft lips, then probed Usha's mouth with her hot little tongue.

She gasped to stop herself from almost screaming, as the sensation hit her like a freight train... her knees felt weak and her body quivered ten times more than the first time she touched herself. A mini flood of fluids cascaded down the inside of her legs. At first she thought that she had peed herself, but the smell of the sticky fluids told her otherwise.

Just then she heard someone in the hallway. She jumped quickly into the bed cloths and pulled them up to her chin.

"Everything alright honey. No bad dreams?" Called her aunt from behind the door.

"Everything's all right Aunty. Good night."

Chapter 4 - Usha's Ritual

The whole of next morning Tara struggled with and contemplated what to do next. She felt bad running out on Usha at such an intimate moment, but she had been a bit spooked by the whole seduction. She could not deny her newfound attraction to Usha, but she was scared of what that meant and confused about her own feelings.

By the early afternoon Tara could no longer contain herself. She grabbed her rucksack and went down to the bottom of her Aunt's garden. She climbed effortlessly through the hole in the wall and crossed the exotic garden towards Usha's little temple. It was quiet inside the garden.

From the doorway, she could she Usha sitting cross-legged with her back to the entry. She was chanting something softly to the slow beat of the Mridangam.

"Om Krim Kalyai namaḥ, Om Kapalinaye Namah, Om Hrim Shrim Krim Parameshvari Kalike Svaha."

"Usha?" Tara timidly whispered, not wanting to scare her in her trance-like state.

"Tara... I am so glad you came back" replied Usha without turning around. It was as if she had been expecting her at any moment to return.

"I am so truly sorry that I ran off yesterday... I was..."



"And now?"

"Well. I'm here."

"I am glad you came back."

Tara stepped cautiously forward and noticed that Kali was sitting completely naked in a lotus position with her eyes closed. Tara's eyes roamed across her sexy petite body. She had an unobstructed view of her small, undeveloped breasts. Her puffy black nipples stood proud upon her coffee colored cones.

"Like what you see?" Asked Usha still with her eyes shut. Tara did not answer right away. She just simply blushed as she realized that she had been so obvious.

"Come Tara... shed your clothing and pray with me to Kali, your mother goddess."

It was an unusual invitation but Tara accepted. She was keen to take up from where they had left off the previous day. Tara's heart raced with anticipation. She hastily undressed and sat down oppose Usha. She tired her best to match Usha's posture and position, trying to overcome her own nervousness.

"Who is the mother goddess?" Asked Tara.

"Shhhh! Close your eyes."

Tara did as she was told. She took a deep breath. Tara tried her best to relax, but it seemed that the silence was crowded out, by the loud thumping of her heart against her chest cavity. Her nakedness and proximity to her sexy friend was also affecting her escalating pre-teen libido.

"Oh mother goddess, we make you an offering of our passion... our pleasure is freely given in worship of your greatness... Maharani, mujhe isa sapheda kutiya ke cehare para hastamaithuna (Empress, let me masturbate on the face of this white bitch)."

Tara listened intensely to Usha's every word. The strange words excited her. She opened one eye to sneak another look at her sexy little friend only to find her standing only inches in front of her face. Usha's hands first rested delicately on Tara's shoulders.

"Close your eyes Tara."

Tara could feel the light touch of Usha's fingertip as she caressed Tara's face gently. She felt Usha's hand reach behind her head, stroking her sandy blond hair and then gently pushing her forward against the smooth skin of her pubic area.

"Kiss my yoni." Tara had never heard the word before, but she needed no explanation. Tara excitedly pressed her lips against her friend's flesh and kissed the softness of her pubic mound. Her skin was dry and warm against Tara's lips. One of Usha's hands guided her further down while the other began to spread the lips of her vagina.

Tara's eyes sparked as she momentarily looked upwards seeing the brightness of Usha's smile, encouraging her continue.

"Kiss it Tara... mmmm that's it, now put your tongue inside my yoni... taste the dew of the mother goddess."

Usha playfully pushed Tara onto her back and turned around, sitting behind her head, so that she faced her feet. She lent down and kissed Tara's mouth tasting the hint of her sexual juices on her lips.

Tara wanted desperately to continue the softness of the kiss, but Usha had other plans. Sliding her knees forward she straddled Tara's head to mount her upturned face as the beat of the Mridangam seemed to increase in tempo and intensity.

"Meri yoni khane apa sapheda kutiya (eat my vagina you white bitch)." The foreign words sounded strangely alluring and inviting to Tara. "Lick me out.... Sex me with your tongue... SEX ME! SEX ME!" She urged.

For a moment it seemed the softness was gone as Usha rode Tara's face hard, rubbing herself against her open mouth, chin and nose. Tara lapped eagerly at her soaking vagina that now brashly rubbed back and forth at quiet an uncomfortable intensity.

Tara's hand slipped between her legs and began to masturbate her as she sucked on Usha's spurting pussy. But Usha smacked her hands away from her pussy and sat up. Tara's face was saturated in Usha's juices.

"You are mine. You will only pleasure yourself when I allow you. Do you understand?" It all felt like a weird game.

Tara nodded, not quiet understanding Usha's dominance over her... though she felt an unconscious need to please her new lover... to do whatever she wished.

"Burai mam mujhe usaki atma ko de (evil mother give me her soul)" Usha lowered herself back onto Tara's upturned face and resumed her excited thrusts over Tara's mouth as she grunted in selfish pleasure.

Throughout, Tara's hands remained at her side, though she was desperate to touch her self... Usha was quickly approaching her first orgasm and screamed lewdly as she bucked in the throws of her climax to the humping beats of the Mridangam that came to thumping crescendo at the same instance.

Panting sharply for a moment, Usha sat up from Tara's face. The residue of her orgasmic delight seemed to boost her pace. She quickly stood up and smiled down at the vanquished Tara. Her face was drenched and hair matted from Usha's juices, as if she was marking her territory.

"Kali, the Mother Goddess is pleased with your obedience Tara" announced the triumphant Usha. She seemed animated and full of bubble; conversely Tara felt completely drained and remained for quite a while just prostrate on her back.

Finally Tara sat up and as Usha knelt behind her back. She gently played with damp her hair and caressed her breasts. Tara purred like a kitten. Usha lent forward and kissed her earlobes. She spoke slowly and kept her mouth very close to Tara's ear.

"Tara... repeat after me... Maim prastava..."

"What does it mean Usha?" Asked Tara.

"Just repeat my words exactly... Maim prastava (I offer)..."

"...maim prastava" repeated Tara clumsily.

"Apane apa se (myself to the)..."


"Apane apa se" repeated Usha impatiently.

"...apane apa se..."

"Maharani Kali, Danava mam (Empress Kali, demon mother)..."

"...danava mam... But, what does it mean?"

"What it means darling is that you are mine." She kissed her gently and twisted Tara's nipple in her fingertips. "It also means that our little initiation ritual is complete."

Tara was not sure about the meaning, but lapped up the attention and gentleness of Usha's continued seduction. "Tara?"

"Yes..." she answered with anticipation of further pleasure.

"Would you like to sleepover? I mean, you will have to ask your aunt... but we could have a whole night together... what do you think?"

"Oh, I'd love it Usha. Please. Please can we do that?" Begged Tara as Usha's hand stretched across her stomach and gently teased at the line between her thigh and pubic mound.

"Do you think you can convince your Aunt?" Usha asked the loaded question.

"Oh, yes, I am sure my Aunt will agree. But what will your parent's say?"

"Don't worry about them. In fact, my mother will ring your Aunt and she'll ask her for you."

"She'd do that?"

"Of course, my mother and I are very close."


"So, you go back to your Aunt's house and my mother will call your Aunt... and then I will come over to collect you in about an hour or so. And by the way... no touching yourself unless I say so... I want you to save yourself for me tonight. Promise?"

"Oh yes Usha, I promise."

Usha sank her mouth across Tara's mouth. She tasted the strong scent of her vaginal juices throughout Tara's mouth as she vigorously tongue kissed her. Her fingers danced across Tara's wet pussy lips... touching so teasingly... promising greater pleasures to come... as long as she played Usha's seductive game.

Chapter 5 - A Mother's Touch

Tara's Aunt Lucy hung up the phone. In all the time she had lived next door to the Sarin family, this was the first time she had actually ever spoken to any of them.

"Well I'll be damned?" She said to herself. Just then the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it" shouted Tara enthusiastically. She ran down the corridor and opened the front door to see young Usha standing in the porch.

"Hi Usha" she said excitedly.

"Hi Tara. Everything alright for tonight?" Asked Usha with her cheeky white smile.

"Yes... seems you two have been plotting together" taunted Aunt Lucy as she appeared behind her niece at the open door.

"Please. Can we?" Begged Tara, looking upward at her Aunt.

"Sure you can. Come in my dear..."

"Usha. My name is Usha."

"Oh, of course. Usha... like the Sister of the Night."

Usha shrugged pretended not to understand Tara's Aunt's words.

"Well, I just got off the phone, talking to your mother" said Aunt Lucy. Turning to Tara she responded "now take a clean nighty and don't forget your toothbrush."

"Thanks. I love you Aunt Lucy" said Tara kissing her Aunt's face.

The two girls left together.

"Tara." Laughed Usha. "You won't be needing a nighty, because we're going to be naked all night long..."

"Yes Usha, I was hoping we would."

They kissed each other quickly, then skipped hand-in-hand down the long gravel driveway and across the long manicured lawns that lined the front of the adjoining properties until they came to the gate of Usha's enormous house.

Usha opened the large front door and beckoned Tara into the impressive entry hall of their indigenously designed home. The grandness was echoed in the double volume height supported by ornately carved pillars with ivory and alabaster inlays and an equally ostentatious sweeping staircase leading to the second floor balony that ran around the entire room. Large paintings of Indian deities in heavy gilt gold frames adorned the deep burgundy and burnt orange walls.

"Wow" said Tara as she stared at the conspicuous opulence of ancient Northern Indian style. "It's like an Indian palace. Not that I have ever been to one... but if I had, I bet it would look just like this."

"Thank you... you must be Usha's special friend, Tara?" It was Usha's mother.

"Special friend?" Tara said under her breath.

Tara could not help but stare at the attractive women dressed in a brilliant white sari with silver threads that glowed iridescently. It was like looking at slightly older and taller version of Usha, with the same floorless coffee-colored skin and piercing almond-shaped blue eyes. Her translucent sari, though slung across her chest and shoulder, left her tight stomach fully exposed, highlighting an identical gem attached to her bellybutton, just like her daughter's.

Tara realized that she was staring. "Sorry for you know... staring, but you are both so much alike... you look like sisters."

Usha's mother laughed. "Thank you. I will take that as a compliment. Dr Sarin, Usha's father, would also be very happy to here that too. You may call me Kali" she responded with a heavy Hindi accent. "You are every bit as pretty and petite as Usha described you."

"Kali? ... the mother goddess?"

"Why yes. Young devadasis (sex slave to the gods) you learn so quickly."

Usha wrapped her arm around Tara waist and pulled her tightly against her side. "Maharani (Empress)... I mean Mommy, can we play in the naughty bathing room?"

"Oh course. The servant boy, Gupta, has prepare it for 'us' already."

Kali put her hand gently on her daughter's face and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Isn't she just so delicious?" She said rhetorically.

"Mommy! Don't forget Tara." Said Usha in mock anger.

"Of course darling" replied Kali and then she kissed Tara in a similar way. Tara felt uncomfortable with Kali's kiss... in a similar way to the first kiss she had had from Usha. It was soft and alluring, slightly moist and her lips were ever-so-slightly parted... she could have sworn that she felt the tip of Kali's tongue on the edge of her trembling lips.

"And you are exquisite too my love... what fun we are all going to have together."

Usha took Tara by the hand and led her up the staircase to the upper floor landing. Tara was already shaking inside with anticipation."

"Why do you call it the naughty bathing room?" Asked Tara as they entered one of the rooms that led off the upper floor landing.

"You'll see."

At the centre of the bathroom was an oval-shaped sunken bath that was big enough for half a dozen people. At one end the water cascaded from a statue of a sacred yoni (vagina). Looking up, Tara could see that the ceiling was decorated in ethnic painting of a scene depicting a group of naked women, some simply bathing, others embracing and kissing, others in various sexual acts.

"Do you see now?" Laughed Usha as she stripped naked. Tara watched her lithe-some young body slipped into the water. She resurfaced and drew her hands through her wet long hair. "Come on in Tara, the water is lovely."

Tara striped naked. She put her legs into the steaming hot water and sat on the edge of the bubbling spa bath. Usha quickly moved close to her and put her arms around her waist. Tara lent forward and kissed Usha passionately on the mouth. Usha's tongue snaked inside Tara's mouth as her hands drew her toward her dripping wet body.

Tara slipped into the water, without stopping their kiss, and Usha wasted no time grinding her hips against Tara's, so that their hairless pussies rubbed together, clitoris to clitoris, under the surface of the bubbling water.

Usha's finger pushed against Tara's tiny sphincter until her digit sank into her anus up to the second knuckle. Tara moaned into Usha's mouth enjoying the unusual feeling.

"Is there room for one more?"

Tara looked up in shock to see Kali watching them making out. Kali just smiled at Tara's realization of her voyeuristic pleasure... Tara noticed the rhythmic hand movement beneath the folds of her sari as she watched the two young ones in their underwater frottage.

"Oh mommy. Please join us. Tara is so beautiful. She tastes divine."

At first Tara was almost mortified at the sight of an adult catching them in such a lewd act. Her heart thumped loudly inside her head... but she could sense the lustful incestuous connection between daughter and mother and how they both wanted her to join them in their taboo liaison. Usha and Tara moved closer to the edge of the bath. Closer to where Kali stood above them.

Kali removed the top of her brilliant white sari and fondled the delicate underside of her dark brown c-cup breasts. They were perfectly shaped hemispheres with a gentle taper to her jet-black areolas and bullet hard nipples. Tara noticed that both her nipples were pierced with silver loops. Kali groaned softly and she pinched her pierced nipples. It was a hypnotically seductive strip and Tara wanted nothing more than to suckle on them. She could not believe how turned-on she was, how she desired to be part of this mother/daughter seduction... how hungry and eager she was to explore this perverted threesome.

Usha's hand had slipped between Tara's legs and began to rub the exposed tip of her clit in slow deliberate circles. The power that Usha had over her young friend was evident, Tara was putty in her hands craving the rhythmical sexual delights she felt as Usha finger-fucked both her pussy and anus.

Kali unpinned the lower portion of her white translucent sari and as it fell into the bathwater, Tara watched and admired Kali's slender brown legs, pronouncedly boney hips and clean-shaven vagina. The skin around her genitalia looked darker than the rest of her body and that seemed to emphasis the obvious pinkness of the inside of her vulva as her moist labia were already swollen from her recent masturbation.

For the first time she realized how much jewelry that her mother was wearing, from her long dangling earrings, heavy necklace, rings on her fingers and toes, pierced nipples and belly button... and a tiny narrow chain around her waist.

"Kale raksasa mam ki mutra pine (drink the urine of black demon mother)" chanted Kali, parting her labia to expose her urethra as she began to urinate over both Usha and Tara from her standing position.

Her warm pee showered the girls and Tara followed Usha's lead, trying to catch as much as she could in her open mouth, as Kali directed her golden spray over their upturned faces. It was as Tara had dreamed... just as the black witch had done.

Kali smiled at Tara's efforts. Her bladder now empty, she too climbed into the warm water with her daughter and her daughter's lover. Kali held Tara close to her kissed the youngster on the mouth, tasting her own nasty waste in the child's mouth. Usha watched her mother closely, enjoying the corruption of the young white child, who would be their willing devadasis (sex slaves to the gods) to use all night long.

Kali looked directly at her daughter saying "Apane pita aura bahana aja rata lautane ke (your father and sister return tonight)." Usha beamed at her mother with even greater excitement. "Hama apane linga ke lie isa pesakasa karani cahie (we must offer this one to his penis)" her mother added pulling the both then young girls onto her pierced nipples. "Suckle upon me little white child, just as Usha has done all her life. We will begin fucking in my bedroom."

Chapter 6 - Shiva's Linga

Kali effortlessly slipped out of the steamy water and pulled on her bathrobe. The two giggling girls followed and donned a bathrobe each; and without a further word, they followed her next door into Kali's personal boudoir. Tara had never seen anything remotely like it before. Its harem-style was quite an erotic playground... Tara thought it was devilishly fascinating and scary all at the same time. She tingled between her legs just being there.

The room was furnished with large stone statues of Indian sex demons... Ma Kali, Shukracharya, Andhakasura, Hiranyaksha, Hiranyakashipu... Even in the dim lighting that came from the large fat candelabras that dripped with long stalactites of black candle wax, Tara could see that every wall was adorned with elaborate fine tapestries that looked as they should belong in a museum of ancient culture, only that their content was highly explicit. Together that formed a perverted Karma Sutra of evil black-skinned demons depicted with extremely exaggerated sexual organs.

Kali was already lying across the low four-poster bed that faced a large ornate mirror. The bedposts were short, no high than a child's waist height, each ornately carved into the shape of an erect penis. In fact the entire bedroom seems of be dedicated to a highly phallic theme.

It room was filled with the potent aroma of incense laced with sexual pheromones and aphrodisiacs intended to encourage even greater promiscuity. Tara removed her robe and looked at her naked reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror as she swayed, like a snake to it charmer, to the exotic beat of the Mridangam. Usha stood immediately behind her. She could feel Usha's hot breath on her slightly damp neck. She felt Usha's nakedness push hard against her as her friend's small hands gripped on her hips and drew them both together. Usha's mother watched the reflection her daughter's practiced seduction, as she began grinding against Tara's small buttocks. Usha reached around Tara's torso to gently cup her tiny breasts; playfully rolling each of her hard little nipples between her fingers for the voyeuristic pleasure of her openly masturbating mother.

"Mujhe sapheda kutiya ki pesakasa (offer the white bitch to me)" commanded Kali to her more-than-willing daughter.

"My mother says... that she would like to see us to dance together" explained Usha. Her mother nodded in approval of her own daughter's cunning ways. "Just like we did in the little sex temple. Dance, for the pleasure of Ma Kali... the mother goddess... our sex demon goddess..."

Turned their heads towards each other, Usha kissed the side of Tara's mouth seductively, her long pink tongue snaked outwards and parted Tara's lips, at the same time her right hand trailed downwards across Tara's stomach, tracing a line between her breasts, her bellybutton and down towards Tara's sensitive pubis.

Tara let out an unconscious moan, but felt somewhat conscious of the fact that this was all happening in full view of Usha's mother who's reflection looked on approvingly. She had never seen a grown woman naked before tonight, and Usha's mother was a beautiful example of sensual Indian elegance... from her perfectly formed breasts, narrow hips and muscular legs.

Tara was mesmerized as she watched Kali's long fingers stroked herself. One hand parted her dark labia exposing the pinkish flesh inside; while the other dug three digits into her vaginal opening, her wrist thrusting back and forth in time with the beat of the Mridangam.

Tara couldn't remember exactly how they had 'danced' together before; but the horny combination of watching herself, the powerful incense and electric fingers of her seductive friend was animating her... making her thrust her hips to the throbbing beat, grinding backwards against Usha as she began to masturbate Tara with one hand and herself with the other.

"Do you love us Tara?" Asked Usha. Tara nodded. "Will you do anything for us?" Again Tara nodded. "Come then, before we make love with my mother... there is a little ritual we must both perform."

"What is it Usha?"

"Come, I will show you." Usha lead her to edge of the bed upon which her mother lay, until she was standing almost on top of one of the bedposts. Usha kept Tara's body swaying the increasing pace of the Mridangam and then moved to the opposite bedpost. Kali watched and after thrusting four fingers into her vagina she brought her wet hand across the top of the phallic post, rubbing it like a real penis and at the same time lubricating the wooden linga with her vaginal secretions. After one, she repeated the ritualized sequence on the other.

Now, Usha, moved herself over the top of the pole on the tips of her toes and then rested the head of the wooden penis against the opening of her vagina. Tara watched and copied her actions. Usha sank slightly downwards so that the linga penetrated her by no more at a couple of inches and waited for Tara to follow suite. She did. Tara felt strange to have something so big pushed inside herself.

Kali moved across the bed, until she was kneeling in front of her daughter. Kali rested her hands upon her daughter's shoulders and pushed downwards. Tara watched as more of the wooden bedpost disappeared inside her opening. Usha gasped and seemed to enjoy the sensation immensely. Her mother suckled upon her daughter's tiny nipples and pushed again. Usha moaned loudly as she slid further down the dildo-like bedpost.

Kali shifted position and knelt on the bed in front of Tara. Tara was not sure how much further the wooden penis could go inside of her. She had never put anything other than her fingers inside herself. She had been tempted to masturbate with carots and other smaller vegetables, but had been too scared of hurting herself.

"Follow Usha" said Kali as she lent forward and kissed Tara's mouth briefly.

Kali fingered herself and then offered Tara her sticky fingers, forcefully pushing it into her mouth. Tara tasted Usha's mother for the first time and was momentarily distracted as she felt Kali push her downwards so that another two inches of wooden linga penetrated her; she pushed down a second time until six inches of bedpost had already entered her tiny body.

Looking across at Usha, she could see that her friend had begun to glide up and down on her bedpost, as she vigorously rubbed her clitoris in time to the complex twanging beat of the Mridangam.

Tara, tried to control her rapid breathing pattern. She inhaled sharply taking in more of the potent aphrodisiacs as she slowly moved against the linga; raising herself up and then allowing the dildo-like bedpost to slip further inside her, each time, increasing her tempo, the depth of penetration and the gusto of her movements.

Kali watched the two pre-teens perform for her, as they both daughter and lover danced upon Shiva's linga to the strange and intoxicating beat.

"Release yourselves on Shiva's linga... Kala raksasa ka palana karana (obey the black demon)." Chanted Kali. Usha's movements became even more vigorous, taking even more of the long wooden pole inside her, as she cried out in the ecstasy from both clitoral and vaginal orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her she finally slipped off the post and fell onto the bed in front of her mother. Watching her perverted friend masturbate on the wooden dildo sent Tara over the edge too as she felt a surge of unparalleled pleasure burn inside her. She too, slipped from the juice-coated linga and onto the bed with Usha. They both held each other and kissed passionately.

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Excelent story telling, I loved the Indian cultural influance, and historical facts about the Mayong region of India. Very good story telling, and great erotic scenes as well. Keep up the good work.


Very hot!! Would love to see more.


1st thing. Mr author - do ur research) correct and don't say things that u haven't first clue about In ur second chapter u say Usha literally means demon it happens Usha LITERALLY means Dawn. See how far are u from correct meaning?
So stop blabbing about cultures and languags u haven't any idea


abhinav who gives a toss that the translation is not absolutely correct and historically accurate for goodness sake , i didnt know and i dont give a toss . its a very erotic story . the lewd young seductress seducing and corrupting het new friend . the supernatural andeastern elements , the incest and what is to follow when the rest of the family returns , the mother casually pissing over them both was very erotic , perhaps the aunt can be seduced and corrupted in equally twisted fashion . lets have more


Thanks for the words of appreciation and encouragement - apologies for inaccuracies in translation - I do take artistic license in writing and please keep this in context... this is a jack-off story, I wasn't going for the Nobel Prize this year.


graet story , really hot . please write some further chapters . i really enjoy the supernatural elements and the mothers incestuous involvement , very hot . would like to know of any other writers writing in the same way , gets me going . how about them putting some spell on the aunt so she lusts after the boy and the girls? her dreams filled with twisted and lewd visions ,or the girls working on a female teacher , or a church full of people being turned into depraved maniacs


I have a few more chapters on this story... but it needs one last run through... will try to post in a week or so.


i found chapter 7 and it is just as hot and horny as the rest . it involves the hot aunt who is hiding one or two secrets of her own , plus there is the father and an older sister but the story finishes suddenly so hopefully there will be more twisted supernatural and unholy incetuous fucking to cum !!! please mister panther dont keep us waiting long . by the way , anymore from the 'under my bed' series ?


Hi Jez; finally managed to pen out the next episode of THE EMPRESS; this one goes back to the beginning in Assam, for Usla's parents Kali and Naga... let me know what you think by email, if you can

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