Choose!!!

The building would never have attracted the attention of any passerby. It was nothing but a heap of rubble and ruins. Even the word ‘Building’ seemed an overstatement. The local government had washed off their responsibility by declaring it ‘unsafe for public use’. The sign post had joined the ruins long ago and there was nothing to stop people except a sorry looking shed for a police outpost and a bored looking sentry who was more interested in his phone than on the surroundings.

Three men walked into the rubble with a long box that required all three of them to carry. What was in the box? No one knew. Did the three bearers of the box know what was in it? All they knew was that the box was so heavy it needed all three of them to lift it and carry it and that it was not a one man job.

Why were they carrying the box into the rubble? What was their intention? Well, these questions should be asked by the lone, bored policeman on sentry duty. These are not my questions. And what was the sentry doing? He was still on his phone, not even bothering to look at the three pall bearers.

I don’t know if they are pall bearers or if the heavy box was a coffin, but if the lone law enforcement officer is not worried, why should I? So, let’s walk with the three musketeers (sarcasm intended) to their destination.

The trio trudged slowly with their heavy burden till they came to a great mound of mud which they somehow managed to scale finally climbing down the peak all the while making no noise which was quite exceptional. Were they really humans?

At the base of this great mud hill they stopped and placed their burden on the ground. They stretched their limbs and relaxed a bit for they were really tired.

“What’s the time?”

“Six Oh One.”

“Right.” The man, middle aged, bald-headed, sturdy and 7 feet tall, started scraping off the dust with his hands till a circular hole was revealed. It had been engraved with four symbols – an ox, a horse, a lion and an eagle.

The second man, lean, short, with a scar across his face and broken teeth, placed figurines shaped like the symbols on the circular plate on the ground. They fit perfectly. He pressed them firmly in place and waited.

There was a hissing sound as the figurines dissolved and the plate disappeared revealing a hole, big enough for a man to pass through. There was a slope which led to the bowels of god knows what. The men lifted their burden and slid it through the hole.

The third man, who was short, pockmarked, obese and ill-tempered, took out a plate similar to the one that had disappeared. The difference was that this plate had three symbols – a cock, a hen and an owl. He placed the plate over the hole and pressed it firmly into place. A wind blew and covered the plate flattening the big mound of mud in the process.

Where had this box reached? Let us use some extraordinary radar sensing or whatever and follow the box on it’s trajectory into the depths of the hole. The hole, which was pitch black, snaked its way till suddenly it opened into a small stream of .... of..... whatever thick, mucous liquid it was. It was not water and that is certain.

The box floated on this viscous liquid where even aquatic life forms would slip despite the heavy burden it carried. After travelling what seemed to be an eternity, it reached an arch that looked as ancient as the creation itself. It slipped through the arch travelling for some more till a gate opened in the wall surrounding this liquid and a man in a black robe pulled it in.

You can thank me readers for telling this to you because you would fail to notice him in the walls that had been painted black on the banks of a liquid as black as coal tar. So, I, the narrator, pat myself for doing you this favour.

The black robed man dragged the box using some device that made in fly behind him. Whatever it was saved him from having to carry it for which he was grateful. He took it past the well lit corridors, past the kitchens, past the laundry rooms, past the dining rooms, past the sleeping guards, and into a passage that led to the dungeons.

“Finally!” a man wearing a black mask spoke with a distorted voice. He was sitting on a throne that looked like the lap of a woman. The back rest had breasts that nestled perfectly between his armpits. The head rest was a woman kissing his head. The steps leading to the throne were naked women lying in different positions.

Before the reader mistakes them for living women, let me clarify that they had been carved out of a single stone. The whole throne had been carved by the best sculptors of the empire and there was no second specimen.

Several men sat on both sides of this throne on seats that looked like naked women sitting on all fours. It was as if these men were sitting on the backs of these women. Of course, these seats were carved out of stone.

Into this room was the heavy box brought. “Open it.” The boss commanded from his throne. The black robed man proceeded to open the box bit by bit using a remote that seemed to be designed to drag the suspense too far. Yet there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Finally after what seemed to be hours of thick suspense, the lid opened to reveal two women all tied up and gagged. These women were dragged out of the box and made to stand.

“So these are the cunts that have been working against us!” he used the ‘us’ in a singular sense to denote himself portraying himself to be a ruthless ruler of a royal line.

“Yes, Sire.”

He looked at the women. The first one was fair skinned, tall, well proportioned and appeared to be quite young. She had a look of fear on her face. She was dressed in a half saree. “It should be easy to break this one.” He thought.

He turned his gaze to the other woman who seemed to be older, a bit fuller, had a wheatish complexion and was short. She seemed to be recently married and sported mehendi on her hands and a mangalasutram in her neck. “Interesting!” he mused. “This ought be fun!”

“Report!” he ordered. The first man on his right stood up and walked to the younger woman. He placed his left hand round her shoulders and used his right hand to explain. “This piece of fresh pussy is from Xylo province. She is eighteen years old but has managed to grow only tennis balls so far.” He placed his right hand on her bosom as he said that eliciting a bright red face of embarrassment from the woman in question. “30-28-30 your highness.”

“Hmmm. Fresh meat is a lot of fun to break.” That brought a round of applause from the others. The man moved to the other woman. He did not touch her at all.

“This woman is 22 years old and belongs to a traditional family. She was taken a day after her wedding from the groom’s house. She has not been given the chance to taste heaven yet.”

“That can be arranged.” Another round of guffaws from the courtiers and the newly-wed woman blushed a crimson red in shame and anger.

“What is your name woman?”

“mmmm....hmmm...mmm...”

“Remove her gag.”

“Meena.”

“Well, Meena. Do you know why you are here?”

“No. Please leave me. I am from a respectable family. Please don’t spoil my life.”

“Do I look like a monster?”

“.......”

“Speak woman!”

“N-n-no!”

“Then why do you plead like that?”

“You got me kidnapped!”

“Wrong choice of words! “

“You lifted me.”

“I never even touched you let alone ‘lift’ you!”

“You sent for me.”

“Good girl. You learn fast. Why do you think I sent for you?”

“........”

“See. A man has needs which can be satisfied easily. But, a ruler like me has special needs that need to be taken care of in a special way. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Those special needs require me to partake a fresh product every now and then. My men fulfil my wish nicely in a meticulous fashion. They say you are still pure but that is something that needs to be ascertained.” He paused looking thoughtful. “How do we assess a new product?”

“A medical check up sire.”

“A virginity test sire.”

“Uploading a usb stick sir.”

The woman was red faced again as she realised what the boss was trying to do. if she had not been tied, she would have shown him his rightful place, which was deep inside the earth.

Why were men so moronic? Why did they not think with their brains instead of ... of... she felt disgusted by the carnal desires of the men. Why did they consider women as play things? Didn’t women deserve basic dignity? Were women born only to satisfy men?

She thought of the way she had been captured by these men a week ago. It had been the day after her marriage. She had been at the groom’s place to carry out some important rituals before the ‘big day’.

The whole family were tired after the gruelling marriage ceremony that took the longer part of a day and the whole night. They had taken a day off to recover from their fatigue before going through another exhausting ritual.

The guests and the family had been either talking or sleeping off their exhaustion. She had somehow secured a small room and had fallen asleep immediately. Her sister had accompanied her and was supposed to give her company.

When she had opened her eyes she had found herself bound and gagged bumping in a moving vehicle. She didn’t need to be a genius to understand that she had been kidnapped. What she couldn’t understand was the ease with which she had been taken. She had no idea what had happened to her sister or to her husband or the family and relatives who had made up the wedding party.

Now, she was standing here in front of sick men who had one thought in their minds – how to defile her. What had she done to deserve this? Why her?

“Well, this is interesting! How would you like to be tasted dear?” her face turned into a ripe tomato at those words. Was she a dish to be tasted?

“You have two ways – the first is to be deflowered by me in my private chambers. But you have to do whatever I tell you to do.

Second path is to be deflowered by my men here who will enjoy you to their heart’s content and then put you up for sale. Both paths are extremely satisfying to all of us here. So, choose one.” He said as if he was doing her a favour with a face that screamed ‘I am generous’.

Was he serious? She found it difficult to believe that such men existed or that she would find herself in such a horrible position. How could she make a choice that would only end up in ruining her life? Did they think she was that stupid? Did she really have any choice? What if she refused? What if she killed herself? What could they do with a dead body?

She shook her head trying to find out a way out of her predicament. Where did all those heroes in the romance novels go? Was there no one who could save her from this disgrace? Did she really have to make a choice that was equally revolting?

The man on the throne was tapping his right hand in a rhythmic pattern. He seemed to be waiting for her answer. God! Why did you have to put me in this situation? She thought. What could she do now? What choice could she possibly make? She had never thought that she would have to choose how to be violated. No woman, not even the greatest enemy, deserved to be in this position.

What to choose?