The man’s firmly rounded buttocks flexed and unflexed rhythmically. His hips moved unhurriedly up and down, back and forth, in a smooth, seamless, rocking action. His muscular body glistened bronze, his powerful shoulders rippling smoothly, the strong, cleanly defined muscles in his thighs cording.

Although not beautiful, the twenty-two-year-old woman who lay beneath him was undeniably appealing. She was fair-skinned, with an intelligent, lively face. Her hair was silky and dark and long, braided with a centre parting. Her eyes were small, but nicely shaped and dark. Her nose was slim, slightly curved. She had an oval face with a pointed chin. Her mouth was delectable, the lips moist and soft, the upper slim and bowed over the full, straight lower lip. Her teeth were very white and even, the front teeth large and square and strong. She wore no makeup except for a small bindi, the little red vermilion dot, between her neatly trimmed eyebrows.

She lay on her back, naked, perspiring slightly, her creamy skin glistening with sweat. She wore a gold necklace and matching earrings and finger-rings of diamond and gold.

Her body was soft, yet firm, ripe and luscious. Her neck swept to high, full, ripe, rounded breasts tipped with long, hard nipples in puckered aureoles. Her belly was curved but firm and her hips flared to tempting buttocks that invited a lover to fuck her from behind in her cunt or, better still, in her ass, something she dearly loved and seldom forswore. Her limbs were smoothly turned, well-shaped, her hands and feet elegant, her wrists and ankles slender.

Her name was Leena, and she had the voice of an angel. A professional classical vocalist, she was also the high priestess of a remote, virtually unknown, temple in the forested hills of central India. The temple had a small but devoted congregation from what few hamlets and villages were scattered over the sparsely populated region.

The people kept to themselves, and their congregations were secret cabals. This was not without reason. The temple was dedicated to Shiva, the third of the Hindu Trinity, the Destroyer, terrible in his wrath, undeniable in his demands, irresistible in appearance, relentless, untiring in his physical prowess, unmatched in the power and grace of his dance and music. The arcane worship of the temple had been distilled over the centuries to a concentration on divine music and unfettered sexual gratification. All avenues to the Lord converged on these two nodes, from whence sprang enlightenment, salvation, and eternal joy. Prayer meetings had but two sounds, primal, eternal, quintessential: those of music and of sex. Every prayer assembly was an unfettered orgy.

As the high priestess of the temple, Leena enjoyed virtually unlimited power over the devotees. The religious fervour was intense, the people’s devotion to her unquestioning and absolute. The faith pervaded deep into their lives and beings. Her music elevated them, her sexual ability and depth of desire transported them. There were no limitations on the type of sex that could be enjoyed. Every woman and every man was expected to sate every other’s desire. Under Leena’s gentle, yet firm rule, no one left the temple unfulfilled. She herself took any man she fancied; and, as the Priestess, she was required always to have at least one male consort to serve her exclusively.

The man with her now was one of the two currently anointed. At twenty, handsome and muscular, Som was an exceptionally fine lover. Leena selected him from a dozen candidates. She fucked each one separately and, after ten days, narrowed the list by half. She fucked these men again, testing them with greater demands. Finally, she brought the list down to two. She couldn’t decide between them and so kept them both.

Som had finely chiselled, clean-shaven features: A sharp, knife-blade nose, a slim-lipped, wide mouth, a rugged, square jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin, high cheekbones, a wide brow, dark, deep-set eyes, and a thick, short, dark hair. His body was superb. The neck was thick with muscle and led to a sprawling expanse of shoulders. His torso slashed in a savagely tapering V from the broad shoulders to the high hips and a narrow waist. His back swept inward from shoulder to spine, curving down to his waist. His chest was broad and deeply cleaved, with small dark nipples pulled low and wide on either side of the bulging pectorals. His belly was flat and hard as a washboard, with every ridge of muscle clearly defined. The torso was entirely hairless, even the armpits depilated. His arms and legs were long and filled with thick, rounded bunches of muscle. There was not an ounce of fat on him, and his smooth, dark brown skin seemed to be stretched taut over his body, so that the veins and muscles stood out in hard ridges. His genital endowment matched his physique. Limp, his cock was fully eight inches long and nearly two inches thick. When she had aroused him by sucking and licking it hungrily for several long minutes, it swelled to a magnificent ten and a half inches in length and two and a half inches thick.

They were in the well-appointed stone-walled cell she used as her bedchamber behind the main sanctum of the temple. The room was one of a suite of five that were her inviolable domain. No one entered without leave. The room had a large platform for a bed, covered with a thick, soft mattress.

Now she closed her eyes and moaned softly, her body jerking gently with his thrusts, her fingers clenching his thickly padded shoulders. Bent over her on his forearms, Som kept his eyes on her face, riveted by her sensual loveliness. Her lips were parted and her two front teeth glistened in the pale flicker from the burning tapers on the walls. Her cunt, hot and wet and tight, convulsed greedily on his pistoning penis, her hips writhing and lurching rhythmically under his.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Fuck me, Som ... fuck my cunt ... yes ... shove your cock into my slit, Som ... fuck me ... yes ... ohhh that feels so good ... come on ... fuck me harder ... ahhhhhh uhh yes ... that’s it!”

The youth picked up speed effortlessly, rocking his hips swiftly up and down, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his enormous penis plunging and pistoning steeply in and out of her cunt. She hissed in pleasure as he rammed his cock into her flesh. It crushed her gorged clitoris in its back and forth, to and fro passage, mashing her cunt-flesh delightfully. Her body lurched and jerked faster and faster under his thrusts, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace slithering and tossing. Her head flipped from side to side as she moaned ecstatic obscenities, her tongue arching erotically across her upper lip.

“Mm ... ohhhh yes ... oh ma uhhhh yes uhhh yes ... c’mon Som ... fuck me ... fuck me like a whore, Som ... ohhhhhhhh uhhhh yes ... ohhh that’s so good ... shove it in Som ... shove it all in ... ahhhhh yes ... that’s it ... like that ... mm, ohh that’s good ... don’t stop, lover ... c’mon, harder! Ram it in! OHHHHH uhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes!”

He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it sexily, her hands roaming up and down his muscular body. Her fingers dug into the thick muscles of his shoulders. As he moved faster still, her hands slid down to his buttocks, and she squeezed them eagerly, pulling his flesh deeper into her own. He nuzzled her throat, swept his tongue through her ear.

“C’mon, whore ... take it ... c’mon, you fucking bitch ... take my cock ... fuck yes ... take it ... oh fuck yes. Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh take it, slut, take it!”

The coarse words aroused her. She gasped and bucked eagerly under him, her legs spreading wider, her hips rocking up and down in increasing urgency, her body jerking and lurching in pleasure.

“C’mon, you whoring bitch,” he growled, ramming savagely into her flesh. “Take my cock, slut! C’mon! Squeeze it with your cunt, bitch ... do it!”

Only her lovers were permitted to use such language, and then only when fucking her. At other times, she was always Atya, her elder sister. Some savoured these moments, knowing that he was privileged. It was only in bed that he could dominate her without fear. He remembered vividly the time when a man who used her name in an attempt at jocular familiarity had been raped nearly to death by six livid men from the congregation.

Abruptly, he slowed, making her groan in frustration. He chuckled and stroked slowly in and out of her flesh, slowing down even more until he was almost motionless. She gasped, writhing and thrashing beneath him. Suddenly, he switched to a violent trip-hammer rhythm, his hips rocking furiously back and forth and up and down, hammering at hers, his buttocks opening and closing rapidly, his cock ramming and plunging and reaming and plundering and slamming into her flesh.

“OH MA UHHH OHHHH UHH SO ... UHHH ... OHHHHHHHHHM uhh OHHHHHHHHH!” she cried, her head whipping back, her mouth tearing open, her body jerking and lurching and thrashing furiously under his, her fingers digging into the powerful, taut buttocks.

Again he slowed without warning, and again, as she moaned thickly, delirious with the pleasure of his dexterous invasion of her flesh, he snapped into action, plunging demonically in and out of her flesh.

Leena orgasmed violently, her cunt convulsing frantically on his throbbing, swollen penis, her body arching, the breath hissing from her throat in a choking, rattling gasp. The man groaned, arching his head, fighting to control himself as the intense heat and suffocating tightness of her cunt enveloped his being. He continued ramming his cock into her cunt repeatedly till at last her orgasm ebbed. He slowed gradually, rocking gently in and out of her cunt. He knew that she would want more. He slid out of her, and she murmured in pleasure, sighed, stretched, lifting her arms above her head, a smile dancing on her pretty lips, hooking her fingers in the gaps of the intricately carved stone lattice-screen above the bed. The screen was carved with miniature erotic sculptures depicting in considerable detail a bewildering variety of sexual positions, some seemingly impossible. Som knew that Atya had tried all of them and moved on to still others, many of which were beyond even the m! aster-carvers’ particularly lurid imaginations.

“That was lovely,” Leena murmured. “Now again. More.”

Som smiled and bent to kiss her, his hand on her swollen breast, fondling the luscious, turgid mound, pinching her erect nipple.

“Shall I lick your slit?”

“Mm. Slowly.”

“Yes. As always. What shall I use?”

“Anything. Everything. You decide.”

Leena closed her eyes, spread her legs wider still. Som smiled down at her luscious naked form as he got to his knees on the bed. He turned to a high, slender-legged, folding teakwood table that stood by the bed, its surface covered by a spotless white damask cloth on which several curious objects were neatly arranged. There was a small, stoppered glass flask with a viscous, pale amber liquid and, next to it, three black stone crucibles with matching pestles. A pair of strange black gloves nestled in a corner of the table. Som took these first and quickly slid his hands into them. The gloves were odd. The entire surface, from finger-tip to wrist, was a fine web of strands of round black beads of various sizes. The strands were woven close so that his fingers did not spill out between the interstices. Som flexed his fingers and then slid his hands up Leena’s belly and over her breasts. She gasped softly as the beads rolled over her flesh and the turgid mounds of her breasts and stiff nipples. She clenched his hands in hers over her breasts. He squeezed them gently, flicking her rigid nipples under his gloved hands. She writhed ecstatically as tiny, hot tongues of lust leaped through her body. Som moved his hands away. She groaned thickly.

“C’mon,” he murmured. “Suck me.”

He shuffled back slightly. Leena moaned and turned around on all fours before him. Som reached to the table and picked up one of the vessels. Slipping off one glove, he dipped his finger into the finely ground amorphous powder and tasted it on the tip of his tongue, nodding in approval. Taking a generous pinch, he snorted it one nostril and then the other and then held the vessel at his groin and pushed his cock into it. He replaced the crucible and now his cock was coated with the fine white powder. He slipped the glove back on and pulled her head to his crotch as the aphrodisiac burst into his loins. He gasped thickly, his muscles cording and stretching and popping powerfully. Quickly, Leena took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it furiously. On his knees, Som groaned and gasped, fucking her mouth rapidly, his gloved hands on her swollen, pendulous breasts, moving up to her head, rocking it back and forth, caressing her face, going down to her breasts again.

“Yeh ... c’mon ... suck it, bitch! Suck my dick! Suck it harder! C’mon whore! Do it! Ohhhhhh uhh yes uhhh ohhh yes oh fuck yes!”

He came violently and without warning. Sensing his orgasm, Leena opened her lips under his cock, taking the thick, hot, creamy spurts of jizz in her mouth. He kept coming and coming and, bent before him on all fours, she whimpered as her mouth flooded. She swallowed what she could, and still it kept spurting.

Jizz dribbled down her face and chin. Groaning, she rose on her knees before him, jerking his cock, and, bending low, squeezed her breasts over his still fountaining penis, taking his gunk on her breasts, in her cleavage and on her belly and thighs. The hot jizz tingled on her warm, sweat-flecked flesh, trickling sexily over her body.

It was an awesome load; but she knew that it was only the first, irrelevant, immediate reaction to the highly potent aphrodisiacs. There was an enormous store of it within him yet, and, indeed, his erection had not waned in the least. He grunted in relief and smiled gratefully at her. She licked his slippery cock, her fair-skinned body flecked with his gunk.

He pushed her away gently and she went back down on her back, spreading her arms and legs wantonly. She grinned at her and, thrusting his hand under soft, thin pillows, pulled out four scarves of fine muslin. Working quickly, he lashed her wrists to the frame at the top of the bed. At its bottom corners, the bed had two short posts. Thick brass bars were attached to this by fitting rings. The bars were about three feet long and had brass loops at their free ends. He pulled the bars around, pointing to her feet, threaded one end of the remaining two scarves through each loop, and knotted the other end of the scarves to her ankles. Now Leena was bound to the bed, her arms high and wide, her legs forked wide apart, her knees bent. She could neither straighten her legs nor lift them, for the brass bars restricted her movement. She was utterly at his mercy. Leena wriggled and twitched on the bed in excitement.