Harem, a Dark Erotic Novelette (6 page)

I glanced at Kis and the tears began to flow.  But I knew I had no choice, so I took his throbbing cock into my mouth. 

"
Ahhh," he whispered.  "Good girl," he praised.  I whimpered.

"Stop."

I pulled away from him and my attention shot to Kishori.  She stood still in the spot Manu had left her, and her face glowed with her rage.  Shekhar glowered down at me and then over to her.  "What the fuck did you say?" he whispered.

Brazenly, Kis began to stride toward him.  "I said stop, you bastard.  She's crying.  She doesn't want this.  Now STOP."

Shekhar was across the room so fast I scarcely saw him.  Before I had time to complete a thought, his big hands were around Kis' slender throat.  "I will KILL YOU!" he raged.

An animal like scream rang out in the room.

It wasn't until much later when recalling the moment in nightmares that I realized the scream was me.

I threw myself on Shekhar's back, flailing, scratching, and yanking more viciously than I'd ever have imagined of myself.  Shekhar's hands fell from Kis' throat and she fell like a rag doll to the throat gasping and choking for breath.  Shekhar stumbled backwards screaming himself and he bucked me off.  I clambered to the floor, falling so hard I felt all my bones should've broken.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Shekhar roared.  His first kick landed squarely in my abdomen and sent me reeling backwards several more feet.  He reached down and jerked me up by my neck, only to punch me in the face and send me sprawling again.  I wept and struggled to maintain consciousness knowing that if his rage was focused on me, then Kis could escape.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, his terrorizing rage came to a sudden end as blood and brain matter exploded from his face and he fell limply on top of me.  My mind spun, I didn't comprehend at all what had happened.  But then, Shekhar's lifeless body was rolled off me, and silhouetted by the bright light above, I saw Manu standing there with a gun hanging loosely at his side.  Kis scurried to my side and wrapped me in her arms.

"I'm sorry," Manu said, staring down
at his now deceased employer.  He turned haunted eyes to meet mine.  "I'm sorry, Gita.  That I ever let him hurt you.  Now, you are free…  I hope you can forgive me.

Despite the fact that I was the widow of an important politician, and powerful business man in Assam, I had no authority to help Manu.

But, he accepted his fate willingly.  He never demonstrated regret, and during his trial, he made known what a true monster he'd given over his life to like so many others.  He gladly accepted a death sentence if it meant freeing the women of the Kulkarni harem.

However, in that respect, I did have some power to help.  Despite the raving of my mother in law, I gave each of the workers and the harem girls $50,000 and
sent them packing.  I knew many of them would choose to find a way right back into this life, and I prayed for their souls.  Others were grateful to me, their savior.  More and more stories came to light of violence and darkness behind closed doors of the harem, and those who were abused revered me for setting them free.

Kis and I settled up affairs at the Kulkarni estate and made plans for ourselves. 
Neither of us had any desire to return to our families, nor after what we'd been through, Kis no longer harbored any illusions about harem life.

Manu was executed on a cool autumn day with storms blustering on the nearby horizon.  By the time his day came, nothing remained of the harem and even Padma was long gone.  Nobody attended his execution but Kis and I and a spattering of reporters.

We shed our tears for him, and we were glad that he died peacefully with a smile on his face.  We took that with us as we boarded a plane right after saying goodbye to the man who'd given his life for us.

Then we left it all behind as the plane carried us away, to our new world, and our new life; together.

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"Hello, ah, hi, Mr. Kirk? Yes, this is Mr. Hines."

Yes, cocksucker, I know who you are. You're my boss, you gave me the phone I'm answering, and you programmed "Mr. Hines" into it, you colossal dickhead, thought
James Kirk.

"Sure, Mr. Hines, what can I do for you?" replied James in a tone full of sunshine.

"Well, ah, Mr. Kirk, if you could please ah, come on in out of the field and buzz back into the office for a meeting?"

I've worked for you for fine years,
fuckface, call me James,
James thought.

"Sure, Mr. Hines, not a problem!
  Is there something the matter?" James inquired pleasantly.

"Well, ah, the thing is, Mr. Kirk, the head honcho's
comin' in, and what we need to do is, ah, we need to have a pow wow about your sales, is all.  And if you could, ah, on the way back, just go ahead and stop and give the company Nissan a good once over would you?  Thank you."

James felt the breath momentarily rush out of him. 
These mother fuckers are gonna shit can my ass,
James thought, his blood pressure escalating.  He inserted two fingers beneath his neck tie and loosened it, suddenly feeling strangled.

"Oh, OK.  Sure, sir, be there soon," James Kirk said with significantly less sunshine.

James carefully maneuvered the company Nissan into a car wash with trembling hands on 10 and 2. 
What am I gonna do if these shit lips' fire me,
James fumed internally.
I've got the studio apartment to pay for, and the HHR, the student loans…

And FUUUUCK!  What about my monthly donation to St.
Judes?

What kind of sleazy dick hole fires a guy who is a MONTHLY SUPPORTER of St.
Judes?

With wind completely absent from his sails, James painstakingly cleaned out the Jones, Jacobs, and Jackson Insurance Sales and Brokerage Firm's Nissan.  He discarded several empty Starbucks cups, careful to ensure they were weighed into the garbage by other heavier garbage so they wouldn't blow out.

James Kirk prided himself on being environmentally considerate.

Other than James Kirk and the company Nissan, the middle of Monday car wash was empty.  There were six bays for cars to drive in and wash or vacuum and detail.  The June sun was high in a brilliant blue cloudless sky and a gentle breeze tossed the trees that surrounded the
lot.  Any other person would've felt footloose and fancy free on a day like that, but James Kirk felt like shit.  Sweat accumulated uncomfortably around his starched collar.  He muttered angrily under his breath as he cleaned the car.

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