The Royal Vengeance

Warning: This story contains content that some readers may find repulsive and grotesque. If you have not elevated your kinks to reach “The Zone of No Return”, then this is not for you. Deviant sexual fantasies are involved.

Hello, I’m Priya- It’s been a while since I posted something new. My hubby and a few common friends we’ve made on this platform have helped me keep this account alive by completing some of my old drafts. This story is a fantasy request by my favourite reader and commentator.

I was thirteen when my mother, Sheeba, remarried to a younger person, named Goutam. This was fine for a few years; he was a caring father and a good husband. We weren’t rich, but we had just enough to lead a happy life with regular financial trials.

Goutam was more like a friend than a father. He’d come home with sweets every day, help my mom with house chores and secretly spoil me by giving me money, hiding from my mom.

Life was good, and there was love between Mom and Goutam. I don’t know where things went wrong or who to blame. I think it all started when I turned 19 and Goutam lost his job. The love between him and Mum slowly disappeared.

He would often flip at every little thing, blame me and my mom for his miserable life. I discounted these daily arguments as a normal thing. But it did not take much time to escalate, and verbal abuse turned to physical abuse. My life had become a living hell without empathy and love.

The tiny flat we had turned into a living prison. Goutam found a job at a factory, and he would often return reeking of alcohol, his eyes would be bloodshot with rage. As soon as he entered home, he would search for me and shout, “You bloody leech”, “Kutiya, mera sara paisa khajayegi” (Bitch, eating my money).

He’d remove his belt and start beating me, the welts burned red as Holi gulal. Sometimes his fists slammed me into the peeling walls of our tiny apartment, or he would yank my hair until my scalp bled. My amma (mom) was as frail as a wilted leaf.

I could hear her soft murmuring prayer to Maa Kali, but she never mustered the courage to stop my stepfather. I always wore long sleeves that hid the bruises, and everyone pitied me.

One fateful day, after a beating from Goutam that left my ribs screaming and blood on my lips, I fled into the monsoon rain. I just ran. I didn’t know where I was heading. I just ran. Just then, a truck’s horn blared, tyres screeched on wet asphalt, and darkness swallowed me. Peace at last, I thought.

But death was only the beginning. I woke up and found myself as a squalling babe in sold-stitched silk, cradled by a woman with dripping emeralds on her face, she glowing like an angel. “My little princess”, she whispered, with a divine voice.

This was Vardhana, a world where mana (mystical energy) hummed like Mumbai’s chaos. I was Princess Priya of House Rathore, firstborn of Raja Vikram and Rani Leela, lords of lotus lakes and sandalwood palaces. Dad taught me to wield a mana-charged sword; its blade danced in my hands.

Ma, radiant in zari lehengas, showed me spells to summon monsoons or blazing pyres. I grew up into a beautiful woman. If only the memories from the past were not inherited in this life. I never believed in the supernatural, myths, or gods.

After all, if gods existed, why would they allow such tyranny? If justice existed, why am I dead and my bastard stepfather, Goutam, still alive? I was lost in my thoughts. I couldn’t sleep that night. Just then, there was a knock on the door and to my surprise, it was my father.

He entered the room and asked if I would indulge him for a moment, and then hesitated to say something. Finally, he opened up and said, “You know that boy who serves me?” I looked at him, confused, and he then said, “The muscular, handsome boy who is always walking behind me”.

Then he stood up and shouted “andar aao” (Come in), and a young man entered the room. My father then introduced him as his Bastard son that he had hidden from everyone. Then he looked at me and said, “Priya beta, this is your brother. I don’t know how long I’ll live, but protect him” he said this and left the room.

I was now in my room alone with this young man, who supposedly is my half-brother. I felt pity for him; he had a strange, mystical presence. It was like I knew this person for a very long time, although I was meeting him in person just today. I winked at him and said, “Don’t worry, your didi will protect you.”

He smiled back at me and started to open up. He then looked at me and said, “Can I tell you a secret, didi?” I nodded. He said that this is his reincarnated life, and he has retained memories from his past life. A flood of mixed emotions started crawling up my body.

He continued and said that his previous life was shit. He was trapped with an older woman as his wife and a stepdaughter who was good for nothing. He was bold enough to tell me that the only thing he enjoyed in his past life was when he used to beat his daughter.

I could not move from my bed after what he said. I was the future queen of this nation, one of the most powerful people. Yet the abuse from my last life had instilled so much fear that I could not move an inch. Moments later, I dashed out of the room to confront him, but could not find him anywhere.

That night, I was strolling in the palace, and I reached the pavilion by the palace lake. It was dark, and the air was heavy. It smelled of jasmine, letting out a strange kind of tension which made my skin buzz.

Lord Vinay (my cousin and fiancé), a noble by birth, was a handsome man with bronze skin. I went closer to him; his eyes were burning into me like he already knew what I wanted. Without words, he conveyed his feeling that he wanted to fuck me senseless if I let him.

I sat next to him on those silk cushions and rode the lehenga up my thighs as I leaned in close. We didn’t need words. I tugged the clothes down, letting them fall off my hips, exposing my large breasts. His eyes were glued to my chest, hungry, like he was already imagining me under him.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he exclaimed softly. His hand then started to slide up my thigh, and his fingers were digging in my pussy just enough to make me shiver. I then spread my legs a little to give him a better view. I was feeling bold as hell. “You going just to look, or you going to do something about it?” I said.

Immediately, his fingers traced higher, brushing the edge of my panties, and I bit my lip as he leaned in, his hot breath on my neck was magical. “You’re a fucking goddess, and I’m going to make you scream my name,” he muttered with his lips grazing my skin.”

I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer, and started scraping my nails on his shoulders. “Then shut up and fuck me, my price”, I shot back with my pulse racing. His hands were on me now. Vinay was getting rough and greedy, tearing my lehenga off until I was naked.

He pushed me back onto the cushions, his fingers sliding between my thighs, finding my pussy wet and ready. “Shit, you’re soaked,” he said, there was a smirk on his face as he slid a finger in my pussy. “You want my cock this bad, huh?”

I moaned, hips bucking against his hand, wanting more. “Don’t play games,” I whispered, “give it to me.” He added another finger, pumping them hard, and I gasped, my nails clawing his back. “Fuck, Vinay, faster.”

He grinned wickedly and pulled his fingers out, licking them clean while staring right at me. “Tastes so fucking good,” he said, “but I want you screaming when I’m buried inside you.”

He pulled his pants down, his cock was hard and ready, and I couldn’t help but stare with my mouth watering. He then got his dick close and taunted me, “You want this whore? beg for it.” I laughed, spreading my legs wider and said, “Fuck me now, or I’ll find someone else who will.”

He didn’t waste another second, pushing into me hard, filling me up until I gasped. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, thrusting his dick deep in me, his hands were gripping my hips so hard I’d have bruises tomorrow. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in deeper, matching his rhythm.

“Harder, fuck me like you mean it,” I said. He slammed into me, each thrust hitting just right, making me moan loud enough to echo across the lake.

“Like that, huh?” he growled, his breath felt hot against my ear. “You love my cock pounding you, don’t you?” I clawed his back with my body shaking as the pleasure built.

“Yes, fuck, don’t stop, harder, I want more of you” Vinay’s voice was now thick with lust. “You’re going to come so hard for me, I want to feel your pussy clench around me.”

My body was on fire, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge. “Fuck, Vinay, I’m close.” My nails were digging into his ass, urging him to go harder and deeper. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” he demanded, slamming into me relentlessly.

The world blurred, and I shattered, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking, pussy pulsing around his dick. He groaned, thrusting once more before spilling his jizz inside me. His grip was bruising as he rode out his own release.

We collapsed, sweaty and spent, my body buzzing with aftershocks. Every time we fucked, it was like spitting in the face of my past, reclaiming every piece of me. I wasn’t a victim—I was a woman who took what she wanted.

A few minutes later, I started crying. Vinay enquired if he was too rough, to which I said, “It’s something else” he insisted, and I was vulnerable without the fear of being judged as an insane person.

I told Vinay everything, my past life, reincarnation and how my stepfather from a previous life may be my half-brother in this life. Vinay quietly listened to everything and said, “If he is here, that means the bastard has died too” he then looked at me and said, “Do you seek vengeance?”

I replied Yes! I want to humiliate him and break his spirit just like he did with me and my mom in the past life.

A few days had passed, and Vinay sought permission from my father to take me to his summer palace. It was Navratri, with diyas flickering like stars and drums shaking the walls. I found strength in spirituality and meditation. There, sandalwood incense curled around marigold garlands.

I staggered, gasping, “Shiva ji, it’s me… from Earth.” In Vardhana, souls carried karmic threads, and mine was a tangled knot. We rested for a while, and he asked me to join him. I followed Vinay into a dark dungeon, where I entered a room.

My father from my past life, Goutam, was naked, tied to chains like a slave. Vinay had placed some latex dressing for me. The room was full of Bondage equipment, some of which passed as torture tools. He then pointed towards the glass wall and a small window next to it.

He said I could see everything that happens through the window. When the curtain fell, I could begin with my revenge, and he left the room. Moments later, I saw through the small window, and I was baffled by what I saw.

Even with the eye masks, I recognised some faces in the hall. These were the nobles and my relatives. They were having an Orgy, not just a regular one, a nasty one, with food, wine, Piss and shit. Vinay entered the hall, his dick was twitching at the stench of raw lust, piss, and scat wafting through the air.

The Chandeliers blended the amber light over tables with filthy excess. Figs were split open like wet pussies, oysters were oozing brine, and strawberries were arranged and drowning in chocolate. The air reeked of musk, shit, and the acidic tang of piss-soaked skin.

Naked women sprawled everywhere with their dripping holes and smeared skin. Some lay on silk, with their legs spread and tonguing piss off each other’s tits and pussy while stuffing their mouths with grapes. Others were moaning, hips locked in different positions, as the orgy erupted.

A woman, I think Vinay’s sister Kavita, was on all fours getting railed doggy-style. Her ass cheeks made a clapping sound as a stud pounded her sloppy pussy. Her throat was gagging on another’s cock, brown shit was smeared across her back by another woman I did not recognise.

I cleared my eyes to focus on the man with a fat dick who was deep throating Kavita. I recognised him as my future father-in-law. He was mouth fucking his daughter and said, “Take it, you filthy whore, choke on that dick.”

Nearby, a trio fucked in an extremely nasty way: a guy was flat on his back. His cock was buried in a woman’s pussy who rode him cowgirl style, with her bouncing arse.

Another lady squatted reverse on the man’s face, grinding her clit and pissing a hot stream down his throat, snarling, “Drink my fucking piss, you dirty pig.”

Vinay waded through this royal debauchery, and a lady with skin like cum-soaked honey smirked, “Want this tight pussy, big boy?” She said, My heart skipped a beat. I recognised her immediately; she was Vinay’s second-oldest sister, Radha.

She shoved him onto a fur-strewn divan and mounted him reverse cowgirl style, her pussy swallowing his cock whole in a wet and creamy grip. “Fuck my sloppy hole, Bhaiya,” she moaned, pissing a warm gush that drenched Vinay’s balls.

He slammed up Radha’s thighs, which were smeared with scat from some earlier lesbian act. Her ass jiggled, clenching him like a snake. She hissed, “Shove that fat dick deeper in your sister’s pussy, you nasty fuck. I know you enjoy fucking me.”

The orgy was madness, a cesspool of nymphomaniacs. Then a guy placed a woman on a table by pushing the food aside. Macarons were flying as he fucked her standing doggy style. Her pussy made farting sounds and piss, along with cum was oozing out with every thrust,

She screamed, “Pound my dirty pussy, you sick bastard! Fuck your wife in front of everyone, let them see what a whore your wife is,” She screamed. Then the man shouted and said, “Who wants to fuck my wife and a few enthusiasts surrounded her on the table.

She had a dick in her mouth and held two with her hands. There was a woman who squatted on top of her and started to piss on her boobs. Another man was fucking her pussy, the husband kept cheering and saying’ Fuck her hard, she likes it rough”

Two ladies with dark complexion were scissoring on a rug with their pussies grinding in a beautiful mess. Then one woman squatted and started shitting a soft coil. They both smeared it onto each other’s thighs as if they were creating art. Kavita joined them and said, “Rub that shit on my clit, you filthy pussy.”

Then a guy joined them with a jug full of chocolate sauce and poured it on all three of them. The four of them started to lick each other’s bodies smeared with cum, piss, shit, and chocolate sauce.

The Man then flipped Kavita and started to fuck her pussy with his fingers in her shitty ass. He said, “Take my cock, you whore, and shit like a royal slut.”

My eyes were then scanning for Vinay, who was flipping his younger sister, going for a classic missionary. Her ankles were on his shoulders, and he was slamming her pussy as deep as he could. Radha’s cum and piss soaked the furs of the divan. “Fuck my filthy holes harder, bhaiya,” she begged.

She then dropped to her knees and started to gag on Vinay’s cock, her slick fingers were milking his balls, she was moaning and said, “Cum in your slut sister’s mouth.” Vinay unloaded his cum in Radha’s mouth and then signalled the person near the curtain and winked at me to get ready.

The red velvet curtain split, revealing a Goutam bound in metal chains with his cock ringed and body slick with sweat. I stood next to him with boots, cracking a whip. I walked towards the table as the audience’s eyes were glued on me. I took a jar and started pissing into it and poured it over his chest.

I then whipped him, which cracked his skin and pressed the heel of my boots on his wounds until he screamed. I then said, “Beg for my piss, you pathetic worm.” Tears rolled from his eyes; my brother was confused; he had no idea why this was happening to him.

I then walked towards the table again and put on my leather gloves. I got into a doggy position with my ass facing the glass so it was visible to all. People came closer, and my asshole started to twitch. A smooth, warm shit came out of my ass, which I picked up and smeared on his face and shoved some in his mouth.

There was a roar of cheer from the crowd, which encouraged me to go further. It had lit a fire of vengeance in me and a fire of lust in the audience. I turned around to see the crowd’s reaction. I saw Radha being fucked in both her holes with a cock in her mouth.

People kept shouting “More, More, more” as I took my revenge. By the time I was done, my half-brother was broken. Just when I was about to leave him, he whispered, “Why, Didi? You promised me that you would protect me. At least tell me why?”

I sat close to him and whispered in his ear, “You aren’t the only one who reincarnated in this world, Goutham. Karma is a Bitch.”

The sense of satisfaction I got from looking in his confused eyes was priceless.

The END

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