"Ooh, Marni… you don't have to worry," whispered the merchant into Marni's ear. The man's face was already wet with his sweat. "In the town later, I will find a novice Pandita who is willing to be a teacher for your Candala child."
Marni tried not to open her mouth because she was afraid that when she opened her mouth, what came out were only her moans.
The merchant was bumping Marni's butt on a pile of grass in the storehouse, on the left side of his big stall in front. The grass that was tied up and neatly arranged almost filled the large storehouse was pretty enough to muffle the sound of their activity.
Apart from the grass that the merchant was planning to bring tomorrow to the city for resale, there were also several bundles of firewood, burlap sacks made of woven straw, and various other items that could be used as merchandise.
Meanwhile, at the front near the big stall, Aryan was being invited to play top by a slave. The slave must have known the merchant's purpose in bringing Marni to the warehouse earlier and told him to take the seven-year-old boy to play.
Yes, there was nothing the thin young man could do. He was just a slave to the merchant.
And the slave also served as a spy for the merchant. None other than to keep an eye on the merchant's wife or his children to approach the warehouse where the merchant is having sex with Marni.
Marni persisted even though her heart screamed and cried. Marni had to bite her clothes so that Aryan wouldn't hear her voice. The woman held back her tears with her back position, kneeling on a pile of grass while the merchant stomped his genitals from behind.
Yes, finally, the merchant's desire for Marni can be channeled. Even though, if someone else found out, or the news about him having sex with Marni spread, then his name would be tarnished.
People with a higher caste than the Sudras generally wouldn't want to touch the Sudras let alone have sex with them. It would be very embarrassing of course for those of a higher caste.
It's just that, apart from the merchant, he has always been attracted to the beautiful Marni since he was young. Also, even though Marni was almost middle age, her beauty and charm were still clearly visible.
Yes, as the merchant himself has said before: Marni looks ten years younger than her actual age. You just need to take Marni to bathe in cleaner water, then give her better clothes, and put a little makeup on her face, then Marni will become a goddess.
That's what always haunts the mind of the merchant all this time towards Marni.
Moments later, the merchant felt all the joints in his body twitch. He knew he would reach his climax in a moment, so he accelerated the pounding of his hips against Marni's butt.
And then, like a buffalo being slaughtered, the merchant growled loudly while pounding his genital harder in Marni's womanhood.
"Don't forget, Marni," said the merchant breathlessly as he put his sarong back on. "After I return from the town, you must continue to serve me. Do you understand?"
Marni, who still felt her knees shaking and still bend over the pile of grass, could only nod.
She had made up her mind and had made a deal with the merchant, and this was the price she had to pay the merchant for a time which she did not know how long it would take.
Even though this was very painful for Marni, she persisted in not shedding tears. Marni slowly got up, then she fixed her clothes.
"A—as long as you keep your promise," said Marni in a low voice that was very hoarse. "I—I will continue to serve you, Juragan."
The merchant chuckled, patted Marni's ass, and then stepped out of the storehouse. Marni bit her lip so that the tears she had been trying so hard to hold back didn't spill down to her cheeks.
Aryan looks so happy playing top with the slave. This brought a little relief to Marni, thus, Marni was sure that Aryan had not heard the strange noises from inside the storehouse earlier.
"Hey," the merchant called his slave. "Go back to your place, tidy up the storehouse, now!"
"Yes, Juragan," the slave nodded.
Without saying much, he went straight to the storehouse where the merchant had sex with Marni earlier.
"Big brother," said Aryan as he grabbed the top near his feet, then handed the top to the slave. "You missed your top."
The slave glanced at the merchant who immediately sat on a rocking chair made of woven rattan.
"You take it for yourself, Aryan," said the merchant. He moved his hand holding the pandan leaf fan to the slave.
The slave lowered his head and went back to the storehouse.
"Thank you, Juragan," said Aryan with a big smile on his face.
It had been a long time since the boy had received a toy from his adoptive parents, and now he had a top, even though it looked quite shabby.
The merchant chuckled as he fanned his sweaty face and body.
"Mom?" Aryan saw his mother's face was also sweaty. "Are you all right, Mom? Your face looks pale."
Marni tried to bring a smile to little Aryan while the merchant laughed more happily.
"Don't worry, Aryan," said the merchant to the boy. "Your mother is just fine. She even just got the water of life."
"The water of life?"
The boy's eyes went wide and were met with even louder laughter from the merchant. Aryan scratched his head, then looked back at his mother.
Meanwhile, Marni felt very humiliated by the merchant in front of her child, even though Marni knew Aryan had no idea what the merchant had just said.
"It's okay, Aryan," said Marni. She bent down but grimaced a little because Marni still felt pain in her groin.
"Mom, are you really okay?" asked little Aryan who was so worried about his adoptive mother.
Marni forced herself to smile again, she shook her head while stroking Aryan's head.
TO BE CONTINUED ...