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 Bad News for the Showhar
 by Nawabzada Taj-ood-Deen Khan Lakhnavi "Chota Lund Gora Londa"

 Characters: Taj-ood-Deen, the Showhar; Ravana the Shudra Goonda; Mumtaz Begum; Nida Bibi. 

 During the last few years my Bibi Nida had developed a friendship with Mumtaz Begum, the Bibi of a prominent
nobleman. My Bibi Nida was totally in awe of Mumtaz Begum and her Showhar Farooq Khan, on account of their
belonging to the aristocracy, definitely far superior to our Munshi (government clerk) class in terms of status
and rank. Mumtaz Begum invited Nida and me to her mehfils, and we were both happy to join.  Through this avenue
we were able to mingle with the noblest of the aristocracy and expanded our social circle considerably.

 My Bibi Nida was totally overawed by all this, eagerly trying to become accepted in the aristocracy. She was
too happy to mingle with the Begums, Khanums, Sultanams, Sahibas and Sharifas. My feelings were more mixed. I
was happy to converse with the noble Begs, Khans, Sultans, Sahibs and Sharifs. However, I was also definitely
uncomfortable with certain strange traditions. It was the custom amongst the aristocracy to maintain heavily
muscled Shudra men as Goondas (thugs). These were very large and frightening black-skinned Shudra men imported
from the Dravidian and Chandalla (Adivasi) lands, and a few were Hubshees and Sudanis brought all the way from
the Sudan and Abyssinia. I was really intimidated by these scary black men, and hence dreaded attending the
mehfils. Yet, I did attend, at my Bibi's insistence.

 At the end of one of these mehfils, Nida Bibi gave Mumtaz Begum a big hug and told them that we would see them
soon. Mumtaz Begum then came over to me and whispered that I would indeed be seeing a lot of them. She then
grinned wickedly, making me feel very uneasy.

 After a few more such invites, Nida insisted that we had to invite them. Realizing that we had no choice, I
agreed. Nida spent the rest of the day preparing the food for our prominent aristocratic guests.

 At night, we heard their knock on our darwaza. When I opened it, I found Mumtaz Begum. To my surprise, she was
not accompanied by her Showhar, but by their Shudra Goonda. Mumtaz Begum told me that her Showhar had suddenly
left, so that she had brought along Ravana instead. Not thinking anything of it, I still let them in, out of
respect for Mumtaz Begum. I thought that Ravana would just act as some kind of darwaan.

 As we sat down on the low divan, I was at the head of the table, with Nida next to me. To my surprise, Mumtaz
begum made Ravana sit right next to her. She sat a little too close to him. I tried to ignore this, and moved
on.  Soon, we were all laughing and joking, helped by the delicious biryani. The conversation was animated, but
it seemed to be mostly between the three of them, while I felt slightly left out.  As time wore on, I felt
distinctly uncomfortable with Ravana's intimidating presence.  As time wore on, Mumtaz Begum even touched Ravana
on his arms, and I realized that I was jealous of Mumtaz Begum. Moreover, I felt jealous of the way Ravana was
ogling Nida's body.

 Much more sherbet and biryani was consumed. The conversation started becoming more and more raunchy. Then
Mumtaz Begum started to tell erotic jokes. At first, these were normal jokes about genitalia, youth and
adultery. But with time she became bolder and bolder, and soon she was telling highly offensive penis size
jokes. The Shudra penis size jokes emphasized the size of the Shudra penis. Anybody listening to her jokes would
obtain the impression that the Dravidian penis was much larger and more potent than the Aryan penis. These jokes
had the effect of demoralizing me; more so, in the presence of a Shudra man. I was also worried about the effect
they were having on my innocent Aryani Bibi Nida, who I found was starting to steal glances at Ravana.

 After a while Mumtaz Begum turned the conversation directly around to sex.

 "What kind of man do you like to mate with Nida Bibi ?" asked Mumtaz Begum.

 "Have you ever mated with a Kalloo (black man) ?" she asked my Bibi.

 "No," answered Nida shyly. "Taj is the only man I have slept with."

 "Such a shame," replied Mumtaz Begum, giggling slighly. "In my experience, Shudra men are by far the best Yars 
(lovers). Being so much stronger than the Safedoos, they can copulate for mcuh longer, putting the Safedoos to 
shame."

 Both Nida and I were embarassed by her lewd statements, and felt quite awkward.

 "But the best part are their Zoobis, which are big and black," she said. "A Shudra Lund is really much bigger
and better than an Aryan man. This you would have learned from the jokes we heard earlier. From my experience,
the average Shudra Zoobi is twice as large as the average Aryan Zoobi."

 Now I had felt bad when she had compared the manliness of us fair Aryan men to those Dravidian men earlier. But
when she said all that about the inferiority of our penises as compared to theirs, I had never felt so low in my
entire life.

 "Why don't you see for yourself ?" she then asked. "Open Ravana's trousers, Nida Bibi. Have a look at Ravana's
Zoobi, and I am sure you will get a big surprise."

 Shocked at her suggestion, my throat almost went dry. Yet, summoning all my strength, I managed to speak up. 

 "I don't think you should do that," I told my Bibi. Nida stopped.

 "Don't worry about him. Safedoos are scared of Kalas. From childhood they know that the Shudras are stronger
than them. They see the Malabari Dravidian wrestlers monopolize the wresting grounds and defeat their older
brother Pehelvans when young, and they see the Telinga warriors dominate their armies. Then they get bullied by
the Shudra Goondas. A Safedoo will never dare to challenge a Kalloo, so continue." she recommended.

 Mumtaz Begum laughed at me cruelly as she saw the look on my face.

 With that, my fair Bibi untied Ravana's trouser-string. I felt so dirty when her delicate hand went inside. 
When she took out his reproductive organ, she gasped loudly. Mumtaz Begum had not exaggerated at all. Her Shudra
Goonda had the biggest and blackest Lund I had ever seen in my whole life.  Even though it was still flaccid, it
was almost one qadam (foot) long and correspondingly thick. Pulsing veins crossed its imposing length. As my
lovely Bibi Nida stared wide-eyed at the immense length and great girth of the sweaty black Dravidian
Aurat-pleaser, I felt my own manhood quickly slip away. 

 I guess the crushing feeling of defeat showed on my face, because Mumtaz Begum immediately pointed this out. 

 "Just look at his face !" cried Mumtaz Begum. "I just love that look of defeat on the face of a fair boy when
he sees a big black Shudra Goonda Nara !"

 My Bibi Nida and Ravana then looked at me and had a hearty laugh. By that time I did not really feel like a
man.

 "Why don't you rub it and see how much better it feels than a Safedoo's pathetic soo-soo ?" asked Mumtaz. 

 With that Nida started to stroke it and it soon became fully erect.

 "Ya Allah, Taj, just look at this," she gasped in exhiliaration. "It makes your short fair Safedoo Zoobi
(whitey prick) look like a tiny Bachoo's (baby's) soo-soo (pisser) !" The three of them laughed out loudly, as
my face turned red in shame.

 "Why don't you sit on it and see how much better it feels than a short Safed one ?" asked Mumtaz Begum.

 "But what about my Showhar ?" asked Nida. 

 "Don't worry about him !" retorted Mumtaz Begum. "Those Safedoos are really intimidated by big Kala Shudra
Zoobis. The first time they see a Shudra Lund, they develop a severe Shudra Penis Envy and an intense Fair Penis
Inferiority Complex. My Showhar told me he developed his Aryan penis size inferiority complex when he first saw
a Malabari wrestler's Zoobi in a urinal when he was ten years old. Their short Safedoo Lunds (white pricks)
shrivel up into their sacks in front of a Dravidian Man's Telinga, so they behave like little girls in front of
Shudra Goondas. Taj is not much of a man right now."

  With that my hand moved to my groin, as if to check whether what she said was right.  To my dismay I found
that she was absolutely correct. My dwarfed fair Aryan Lund, which, at its very best, could only manage a mere
five angulis (inches), had contracted into the tiny shrivelled size of a rupee coin under my pyjamas !

 Then Nida stood up, planting one foot on each side of the Shudra man.  Slowly she descended and then impaled
herself onto Ravana's big black Shudra shaft. I felt like an idiot as she pushed more and more of Ravana's big
black Dravidian organ into her. It took her a long time to adjust to his prodigious size, but finally she was
near the bottom. She moved up and down to get more of it into her and make lubrication easier.

 She lifted her feet onto his thighs. Seeing my Bibi's large white buttocks moving up and down his big black
Dravidian shaft, right next to the soles of her pretty feet made me garm and my short Aryan Lund grew to its
full four angulis. This created a tent in my pyjamas. Seeing this, Mumtaz Begum came over to me and before I 
could move away she had grasped my hard Lund through my pyjamas.

 "Your short Safed Lund is hard ! All you Safedoos are so pathetic ! You are not man enough to stop my Shudra
Goonda from conquering your own precious Aryani Bibi, and instead of defending her you get excited !" she 
exclaimed. 

 She untied my trouser-string and pulled out my Zoobi (penis). Stroking it, she looked at it carefully with a 
wicked smile of amusement on her beautiful face. 

 "Your Lund is just as small as my Showhar's!" she exclaimed. "Still, you should be happy that you don't have a
thumb-lund. I have seen some of you Safedoos with soo-soos the size of a thumb !"

 My Lund was definitely not the size of a thumb, but from various experiences at the hammam baths I knew what
she was talking about. She continued to stroke me hard till I ejaculated.

 After my climax, Mumtaz Begum still continued to stroke my deflating organ. 

 "Now that your Bibi has experienced a Shudra Lund, you better get used to using your hands because you will have
to use them a lot more from now on," she said as she wiped her wet hand on my pyjamas, cleaning my Thook
(sperm).

 With that she returned to Nida. 

 "Come here," Mumtaz Begum commanded.

 I did as she said. Prying Nida's fat white buttocks apart, she showed me her genitory from behind.

 "See that ?" she asked. "Your Haramzadi Bibi has taken all of my Shudra Goonda's huge Kala Dravida Lund into her
Safedi Aryani Fuddi !"

 I saw that indeed my Bibi's pink Fuddi had taken in all of the Shudra Goonda's intimidating large black organ.

 "Now, kiss her feet and lick her toes," she said.

 Meekly, I bent forward and did as she told, worshipping her feet as Nida's buttocks bounced up and down the big
black Shudra organ.

 They then continued to copulate. Each time Nida orgasmed, I noticed her feet tense up, and her toes curled
tightly upwards, including the big toe in my mouth. In this manner she climaxed six times.

 Finally, I heard Ravana start to groan and grunt like a Tamil buffalo.  I suddenly smelled the odour of pungent
salty sweat.  Noticing that his heavy black testicles started to move on their own, I realized that he was
pumping my Bibi full of Dravidian Thook (sperm).

 Nida continued to sit on Ravana for some time, still embracing him, slowly recovering from her exertion.

 "You then have to train your Showhar to be a Pishab-Khana (toilet) boy," she advised. "It puts them in their 
place and makes them obedient."

 With that Mumtaz Begum dragged me to the bathroom. There, she pushed me down to my knees. Then she pulled up 
her kameez, exposing her genitory. With that she started to urinate into the kursi toilet. She then forced me to 
clean her Fuddi. 

 "While standing, do your pishab into the kursi and then make him clean it up afterwards," advised Mumtaz as I
lapped at her genitory. "Don't sit down to keep your authority over him."

 When I had finished, she moved away and Nida stood in front of the kursi. My Bibi, still standing, urinated
into the kursi. After she was done, I knelt before her. Then she turned towards me and thrust her hips towards
my face. Grabbing my hair, she pushed my face into her Fuddi, and I started to obediently lap at it. I cleaned
her Fuddi with my Zaban. All the time they talked as if I were not there. 

 "I wish I had tasted Shudra Lund before my marriage, so that I would not have ended up with my stupid Showhar.
If I had known how good Shudra Lunds were, I would have never even mated with a silly Safedoo !" she said. " Now
that I have tasted one, I will never be bokked by a Safed Lund ever again. Yes, I am never ever going to sleep
with an Aryan man - ever !"

 Mumtaz Begum laughed. "That sounds like bad news for her Showhar !" said Mumtaz Begum. Both of them laughed
loudly. 

 "I could not care less," replied my Bibi. I felt totally miserable at the prospect of never enjoying my Bibi's
sweet Fuddi ever again. My groan of emasculation was muffled as my mouth was totally engulfed in my Bibi's
Fuddi.

 "Denying yourself to Safedoos and cutting off your Showhar altogether totally emasculates them and makes them
absolutely submissive because it makes you unattainable for them. When I did the same thing to my Showhar long
back, he quickly became my Ghulam," narrated Mumtaz.

 With that Nida dropped her kameez and they walked to the darwaza.

 "Remember, make him do what I told you to before going to sleep," advised Mumtaz Begum. "It puts them in their
place and makes them obedient."

 "I will," she said. I wondered what Mumtaz meant. I soon found out.

 In the bedroom, Nida pushed her large white buttocks into my face.

 "Boso (kiss) the Qoon seven times, you Haramzada," she ordered.  "And make sure your Gandoo lips form a ring
around my Qoon."

 Meekly I bent forward and, pursing my lips, I kissed her anus seven times.

 "Since you are just a Gandoo, you will only be allowed to boso my Gandee from now on," she told me cruelly.
"Your Lund will never be able to enter any of my holes again."

 In shame I realized that Mumtaz Begum was right here again. I pondered how, in one day itself, Mumtaz Begum had
changed our entire life.

 The End