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"Preparation? Such as what?" Jane looked
over at Lynette, who was turning quite red and looking at the ground.
"Please tell me what you are going to do."

"We are going to provide a ritual cleansing for
you. Similar to one received by a new bride. We will then dress you as a woman
to be married."

"I don't understand. Lynette?"

"You are getting married, silly!" Lynette
piped in. "Before you leave for the cottage, Daddy and Uncle Philip want
to make an honest woman out of you. That's why the Henna painters were sent, to
decorate your hands and feet for the ceremony."

"Married? But—"

"The ceremony will be performed here. We will
have a celebration at a later time. Undress, Jane," Usha said.

Still in shock over the news, Jane numbly shed the
pale blue gown she had quickly donned that morning. The petticoat and drawers
followed, leaving her standing before the four women clad only in her own
beauty. She lifted her chin, determined to show pride and strength before them.

"She needs to be bared again," Dharma
commented, pointing to Jane's womanhood. "The ring shines brighter when
not hidden."

"She also requires scrubbing of her skin,"
Laski, the quietest of the group spoke. "And her hair requires
oiling."

"I think she is perfect," Lynette declared.
The look given her by the three older women made her shrug, but she offered no
further comments.

Usha ordered the others to prepare their equipment and
held her hand out for Jane to take. Timidly, the girl followed the Rana into
her private quarters.

"Oh, my," Jane muttered, standing in the
center of one of the largest bedrooms she could ever even have imagined. It
held a private bath and fountain, an immense bed, sofas, floor pillows,
wardrobes—all carved and embossed in gold, and painted in the rich red
and blue hues of the country. "This is amazing."

"The First Wife gets the best room," Lynette
whispered. "She's never in here, so—ow!"

"Cease your gossip or you may leave us,"
Laski said, smacking Lynette on the back of the head.

"You have no authority over me! I will tell
Daddy…"

"You will do as I tell you. If I have to, I will
switch you until you cannot walk."

"Ladies, both of you may sit quietly and
contemplate your manners," Usha interrupted.

"She started it!" Lynette looked close to
crying. "She struck me! She is not permitted to strike me! Daddy said
so."

"Laski and I will talk about her treatment of you
at a later time, child," Usha said calmly. "Sit and be silent. Jane?
Please…"

Jane sat upon the armless chair as directed by Usha.
Her hair was oiled and wrapped in hot towels, her nails filed and buffed to a
shine, and her face covered with a slick mixture of mud and herbs.

"This smells awful," she complained,
wrinkling her nose as her palms and fingertips received another layer of red
henna stain.

"Beauty is uncomfortable. Allow it to dry. Come
to the table and lie on your stomach," Usha ordered.

"Are you going to switch me?"

"No. Why would I do that? You are behaving very
well today."

"I just thought that you were going to after
yesterday."

"Yesterday is forgiven and forgotten. Dharma?
Please retrieve the canister." Usha requested. She turned back to Jane.
"This is a very unique table. It is specifically designed to prepare a
bride for her wedding night. There are handles for you to hold on either
side."

Jane reached out and grabbed the curved pieces of
wood. The position stretched her arms over her head and elongated her torso.
There was a padded hole that allowed her to comfortably rest her face and stare
down at the carpet below the table.

"Good girl. These are loops and will help to hold
your feet in place."

Jane lifted her head. "Usha! You cannot be
serious. This would make me look like a frog! Ow!"

"Every time you argue, I will smack that bottom.
It still carries some marks from your punishment, so I assume it still holds
some tenderness. Now, give me your foot."

Jane whined as Usha slipped her right foot into the
wide loop located on the outer edge at the end of the table. She did the same
with her left, forcing Jane's ankles and bent knees to point outward, as though
she were squatting while laying down. Usha reached under the table and pulled
on the strap, forcing Jane's knees higher, and her privates to be completely
exposed.

"Shave her as much as you can," Usha told
Dharma. "We will turn her over and complete what you have missed
later."

The warm soap rubbed between her bottom cheeks, and
Jane shivered in response. She anxiously held her breath while the cold, sharp
edge of the razor scraped against her delicate skin. The blade sheared every
fine layer of peach fuzz from between her cheeks, the backs of her thighs, and
even her bared bottom.

"I feel so naked," Jane moaned.

"You
are
naked. Oil her while I ready her for cleansing."

Jane tried to shift her body from the uncomfortable
position several times, finally relaxing when Dharma poured the warm oil over
her back. Salt was sprinkled over her and carefully massaged in, lifting any
dry skin from her body. Dharma paid special attention to her bottom, scrubbing
it with the salt to the point of discomfort.

"That hurts."

"You are still slightly bruised. Be quiet."

"You don't like me, do you?" Jane asked.
"Ow! Why did you smack me?"

"I smacked you," Usha said. "This time
is for contemplation, not for arguments. Lift your abdomen."

A rolled towel was tucked under her pelvis, forcing
her bottom higher into the air. Jane started as she felt her bottom hole being
massaged with a cool, tingling gel.

"This is the pulp from aloe vera. I mix it with
two drops of mint oil. It is a good lubricant."

"For what?"

"The nozzle. I am performing a full cleansing on
you so that your husband might have you in all ways if he chooses. Hold
still."

"No! Not an enema! I refuse!" Jane let go of
the handles. "Release my legs."

Usha pressed her down and leaned into her. "This
can be very pleasant if you relax. Dharma! Give her some betel."

"I don't want any drugs. I want to—"
Jane's words were cut off when Dharma stuck the leaf into her mouth and held
her jaw shut. Her position made it difficult to fight the other woman, so she
soon found herself chewing the plant.

Jane's body grew heavy and she relaxed on the table,
gazing through the cut hole. She felt the pressure of the wide nozzle working
its way into her shy rosebud, but she was unable to struggle against its
invasion. The sensation of warmth trickled inside of her.

"You are doing well, Jane," Usha praised,
rubbing the girl's back as the liquid slowly dribbled into her body. "This
cleansing is very slow, allowing your body the chance to take in all it
requires. The mint stimulates and soothes, and the black tea gives energy. It
will leave you desiring your husband in a manner that you might not otherwise
have considered."

"Will he take me there?" Jane asked
sleepily.

"He will, many times. Philip finds that act
pleasurable, which means that you must as well. You should start feeling full
soon, but also wanting. Trust me."

Jane nodded. Usha was correct. The more fluid that
entered her body, the more her desire to be filled—truly
filled—grew.

"Dearest Lord," Jane groaned. "I need
him inside me."

"When he takes you, the betel will be gone from
your body and the sensation even more enjoyable. He will approach you slowly
and with care, so you have no need to fear."

"But he is so large," Jane moaned, squirming
from both the feeling of fullness, and arousal.

"I will prepare you for him in that way as well.
Rest for a few minutes." Usha patted Jane on the bottom and stepped away.

Jane inhaled deeply, concentrating on the odd sense of
exposure and fullness. Suddenly, her stomach began to cramp uncomfortably.

"Usha? Usha!"

"I'm right here."

"I need to, you know…"

"Dharma? Help me, please." Together, the two
women slid Jane's feet from the loops and helped her to stand. They escorted
her to the water closet where Usha instructed her to stay until she felt
'empty'.

Jane clutched her stomach as the fluid exploded from
her body. How could it have felt so good but then become so miserable? Her gaze
fell upon the roll of toilet paper, surprised that the fairly new invention had
found its place on the other side of the world. She wondered whether Philip had
exploited the Scott rolls as he had done the ice trade.

"Are you all right, Jane?" Usha asked.

"I was actually starting to think about products
Philip should add to his inventory." Jane forced a chuckle, emerging from
the closet.

Usha tsked. "Now is not the time to think of
business, but of pleasure."

"What just happened in there was not pleasurable,
thank you." Jane shuddered, still moving quite slowly.

"Stand under this stream and allowed your body to
calm itself," Usha said, guiding her to stand beneath the flowing
fountain. The water cooled her skin, rinsing the sweat and salt from her flesh.
Jane raised her face to the water and closed her eyes.

"I used to love walking in the rain," she
murmured aloud. "Philip does not care for it."

"Does it arouse you?" Usaha asked, handing
her a towel.

"I suppose it does, in a way. It makes me feel
awake and alive."

"Then he will learn to enjoy walks in the rain.
The Kama Sutra teaches that both partners are to seek fulfillment, not just the
one. Return to the table, but lie on your back."

Jane obeyed and found herself being shaved, oiled and
scrubbed with salt again, with her delicate areas paid close attention to. The
touch of the women's hands on her brought about a different feeling. It was
sensual, not sexual, and relaxing rather than arousing.

"It feels different than when Philip touches
me," she commented.

"Your mind knows that it is not for pleasure. You
are ready to bathe now. Step into the tub and be careful not to slip." Usha
pointed to the large, sunken pool.

Jane nodded, carefully entering. She smiled as the
other four naked women joined her.

"I used to do this back in England," Jane
said. "Only then, I was so afraid of being judged because of my
adornment."

"There is no judgment here, only encouragement.
Do you have questions about your wedding night?"

"You are aware that we have already had
relations, yes?"

"Yes, but it will be different. Daddy gave him
the book!" Lynette blurted.

"The Kama Sutra?"

"Yes." Usha eyed Lynette with disapproval.
"It was to be a surprise. He will open it in front of you, and together
you will explore what awaits inside."

"I have read it cover to cover and seen the
pictures. I cannot position myself in many of the manners depicted. I lack
flexibility."

"The strength and discipline to achieve the
success of the positions takes many years. Do not be afraid to communicate
discomfort to him. Be bold in your desire, and never refuse him. Trust him also
to honor you and your body."

"I will. Thank you. For everything. Well,"
Jane wrinkled her nose, "almost everything. I could have done without that
enema."

"You will be grateful when he engages you in that
way," Usha said and laughed.

"I'm not sure about that."

"Oh, you will! Let's show her," Lynette
suggested. "Let me handle the ivory. Please?"

"Very well," Usha agreed. "Jane? Place
your arms over the edge of the pool."

Jane looked at them with confusion while Usha and
Dharma exited the pool and sat down on the tiles next to her. She extended her
arms and frowned as they both grasped her wrists firmly, pulling her forward
until she was bent at the waist, with her legs still in the water.

Jane's eyes widened as Laski placed a tray of
different sized ivory phalluses on the tile. "What are you going to do
with those?" she asked, already fearing the answer.

"I am going to ready you for your husband, Janie.
You won't be as frightened if you know how it feels," Lynette said from
behind her.

"I do not like where this is going.
Literally," Jane grumbled, her arms held snugly in place and her feet
unable to reach the floor of the tub, prohibiting her from escaping the
inevitable.

"Ease the tool into her slowly," Usha
directed.

"Oh, Mother of God," Jane groaned, as she
felt her bottom hole being probed with the oil-covered device.

"This one is tiny. Smaller than a finger,"
Lynette reassured her, pressing it in and then slowly withdrawing. "Do you
like it?"

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