Trample

Aunt Rani's world - Part One: Aunt Rani and Aunt Geetha

By Nialvan
Nialvan@yahoo.co.uk

A young heir who has recently inherited his fortune is ensnared by his two beautiful Indian aunties who hypnotise and enslave him and then fleece him of his wealth.

Chapter One:
Aunt Rani

We have recieved more information on the incidents that have been apparent at the local university involving the dominant student named Sarah P. One of the lecturers has described a scene that he saw from his office window two weeks ago. Doctor C told us exclusively:

He could hear her heels clicking on the hard tiled floor. Click-clack, click-clack, drawing closer. The tile was cold against his face, against his whole naked body, but he dare not lift himself off the floor. He could hear her coming closer, as her heels fell upon the floor. Then the sound stopped. She had arrived at his prone body on the floor and took another step forward.

It was one rainy day during my university years and I was out in the drizzle waiting for the bus. I was lost in thought, worried about my upcoming exams and was brought out of it by a splash. I looked down to see that a book had fallen into the puddle beside me. As I bent down to pick it up I noticed out of the corner of my eye the person who had dropped it. Slouched to the ground, the first thing I noticed were the white high-heeled boots.

I wake up in a stable, completely naked. My head is throbbing. The hay is coarse on my back and didn't make for a comfortable rest. I don't know where I am or why I'm here. I remember meeting a gorgeous woman at a bar last night. Damn! What was her name? Tracey?

She watched him trying to run away on the muddy field and laughed. It had rained last night and he was slipping and sliding the whole way.

"Ready or not, here I come," she taunted, laughing.

Her cleats tore into the muddy field as she sprinted after him. Being in great physical shape, she easily caught up to him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pulled him backwards and threw him down onto and especially muddy part of the field. He lay on his back staring up at her, trying to slide away from her. She planted her muddy cleat on his throat to keep him from moving away.

Her cleats stomped down on his hand. He screamed, something cracked. She twisted her cleats on his hand, grinding it into the muddy field. A different pair of soccer cleats jumped onto his chest. He could feel each stud digging into his ribs and chest.

MISS SHOBAN’S DIRTY BOOT LICKER

The local gas station was owned by an East Indian named Shugrat Kholsa Singh.

It really was quite something the feeling I would get every day when I heard her car door shut. As I laid in silence I would feel overjoyed to be in this envious position. How many men are lucky enough to be considered worth being kept as the property off a powerful businesswoman?

It soon came to pass that I was to become more than just Sally's servant at work. She decided that she would take me on as her full-time servant, or to be exact about it, slave, as I was not to be paid a penny for my servitude.