Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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He continued crudely and shockingly, ' As a matter-of-fact, I had even seriously considered having you kidnapped and brought to my other bungalow, on your wedding day with your bridal clothes on, so that you could spend your wedding night with me - instead of my son. I wanted to have the pleasure of roughly tearing open, your virginity and seeing you bleed and scream with pain, when my cock was in the process of doing so. But then -- taking pity on my son, I did not do so '



He went on, ' And now that you are a widow, the opportunity has presented itself again. Let us come to a mutual agreement. Let us agree on taking care of each other's bodies. You are my daughter-in-law. I do not have any other family member. So, all my property will come to your children and you, after my death. You need not do any work here. You can live like a queen in this house. You can have whatever you wish - sarees, jewellery, clothes, delicious food, good education for my grand children. Whatever you wish. You will have tens of servants at your beck and call. Servants to take care of you and your children. You can relax & sleep during the day, watch television , go to movies, go shopping in the town, play with your children and be happy throughout the day '

He suddenly asked me, ' Did my son fuck you in your anus? '

I was shocked at his vulgarity and involuntarily almost screamed, ' No!!! Please don't say and ask such vulgar things, Baabuji! '



He continued, ' I want you to be clear now. If you wish me to take care of you and your children, you will have to agree to become my personal property. You will massage me, bathe me, dress me up, feed me and later will come to my bed-room to satisfy me in every way, as I fancy. You will be my mistress. My sex toy. I will fuck you with my strong cock, in every way and for any number of times that I wish, during every night. I will squeeze and play with your delicate and fleshy young body. I will fuck every part of you -- your mouth, your breasts, your tight cunt and even in your virgin anus '

He finally stated, ' If you follow exactly, what I have explained to you, then you can stay here as my daughter-in-law. If you do not agree, then you can leave now with your children. I shall legally cut out all of you from my properties. You will be on the street. For all you know, you may get bangd by hooligans on the street and may end up as a road-side prostitute. So, tell me -- what is your answer going to be? Yes, or no? Will you be agree to be my mistress, or do you wish to leave? '

I was shocked at his words! I was his daughter-in-law and yet, this horrible old man was so shamefully telling me things, that no father-in-law would ever say to a daughter-in-law. He did not even seem to care that I was his own son's widow. I began to cry.



Sobbingly I pleaded with him, ' Baabuji, what are you saying? Please do not say such things. I am your daughter-in-law. Please do not ask me such things. It is so wrong. So indecent. So sinful. But I understand your need for a woman. I will try and help you by finding a nice lady for you, so that you can get married to her and do all that you wish, with her. That would be the right thing to do. '

He angrily replied, ' Look Amala Paul, don't waste my time. I can get any woman that I want any time. I am interested in fucking you. Not any other woman. So don't give stupid lectures. I don't care about right and wrong and I don't care about sin. Just tell me -- do you agree to be my sex toy, or not? '

I again pleaded, ' Please . . . . . Baabuji . . . . .please do not make me do this '

He replied again, ' I am asking you for the last time -- yes, or no? If you again waste my time, I shall ask the servants to throw you out of my house now '

I was sobbing and crying hard. But I was also thinking. Where would I ? I had no money and no place to live. My father-in-law was right. If he did not allow us to stay at his house, I would have to stay on some foot-path with my children. And if I did so, as he stated, I would obviously get bangd, or even gang bangd. I would perhaps be forced by those gangs to become a prostitute. 

That made me frightened and think hard.  And if I did agree to my father-in-law's perversions, only my life would be ruined. At least my children would be safe and enjoy the luxuries that his wealth would provide them. They would also inherit his entire wealth. So, I decided then, to agree to my father-in-law's terms.

Sobbing, I told my father-in-law, ' OK -- Baabuji, I have no other option. So, I agree. You can do to me, whatever you wish! '



My evil father-in-law, started smiling happily. He said, ' That is better Amala Paul. Now you are being sensible. Don't worry. You take care of me and I will take care of all of you -- forever. After all you and your children, are my family. Now stop crying and wipe your tears '

I wiped my tears with my palloo and said, ' Baabuji, where do you wish me to keep our luggage and stay? '

He replied, ' Now that you are going to be my mistress, you can put your personal luggage in the bed-room, next to my own master bed-room and use that. The children can stay in the guest bed-room. I will arrange for 2 or 3 servant women to take care day and night. Especially at nights, as I do not want you to be disturbed or to start worrying about them, when you are being fucked by me '

He then came close to me, placed his hands on my breasts over the palloo of my saree, pumped them and said, ' Amala Paul, since your baby is only 4 months old, you must be breast feeding him. Is it not? '

Though I was feeling repulsive due to his hands over my breasts, I bore that and replied him, ' Yes Baabuji, I do breast feed my baby '

Fondling my breasts, he continued, ' Yes -- your lovely breasts look so large and full. I can feel in my palms that they are full with delicious & warm milk! '



So saying he pulled me close to him, and continued fondling my breasts. Due to his pressing, the milk from my nipples, started to ooze onto my bra, making it wet. I wanted to get away from him, as that was my baby's milk - which was getting wasted.

I said to him, ' Baabuji, can I go and feed my baby now? '

The evil man replied, ' No! Certainly not! I want the pleasure of sucking that warm and delicious milk, straight from your nipples, to-night. The baby can be fed pure cow's milk '

He asked me, ' Amala Paul, do you still have the saree, that you wore on your wedding night, with my son with you - now?

I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji. I have it in my suitcase now '

He asked again, ' Did my son, break your virginity on the wedding night, or was it on some other night? '

I replied, ' I lost my virginity on my wedding night, Baabuji '

He said, ' Were you wearing your wedding night saree, when he first fucked you and tore your virginity? '

I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji '

He said thoughtfully, ' God! How disappointed I am. How I wish I could have been the man who opened the seal of your virgin cunt - first. I would have enjoyed it so much '

He then called for some servant ladies. Two of them, Swathi and Varsha, came quietly to his room, quickly. I could see fear on their faces. They were the wives of his labourers in the fields and were made house-servants to serve in his house. He instructed them,

' This is Amala Paul Memsaab ( Madam ). She is my daughter-in-law and will be the mistress of this house-hold. You two will be her personal maids from today onwards. Tell everyone. Now listen to me carefully and do exactly what I tell you '

He continued, ' Tell Maya and Leela that their job from today is to look after the children. The baby can be fed pure cow's milk for tonight. From tomorrow the baby can be fed her breast milk. Take Memsaab to the dining room and feed her '

He went on, ' After her dinner, take Amala Paul Memsaab to her bed-room, next to my own bed-room. Help her un-pack her clothes. Give her a leisurely good bath, in warm scented water. Dry her delicate body with a nice soft towel. Be careful not to spill any of the milk in her breasts. Apply the most expensive perfume all over her body. Comb and plait her long and silky hair. Apply talcum powder and some soft make up, with a light pink lip-stick on her beautiful face. Though she is a ***** widow, yet - put a nice red bindi  on her fore-head and lots of flowers in her hair. Dress her up in a clean and attractive, bra and panty. Dress her up in a white petticoat. And then help her wear her saree. It should be the same saree, that she wore on her wedding night with my son, three years ago. Make sure that she looks exactly like a bride on her wedding night. At 10.00 p.m. sharp, bring her to my bed-room and leave her - in there '

The servant women looked at each other -- shocked and confused. That is because they knew that I was his daughter-in-law and yet -- were being instructed by my cruel father-in-law, to dress me up like a bride and take me to his bed-room at night. They could not believe that my father-in-law was going to use my body, like he did with all the wives of his labourers and workers!

Swathi and Varsha, quietly accompanied me to the dining room and served me a delicious dinner. They then took me to my allocated bed-room, which was a huge luxuriously furnished room. Varsha started un-packing my luggage. Both of them were quiet. Varsha went and filed the bath-tub. She poured some floral perfume into the water and got everything ready for my bath.

Swathi said, ' Memsaab ( Madam ), your bath is ready. Shall we give you a bath now? '

I politely replied, ' No Swathi. Thank you. I shall have my own bath '

Swathi nervously replied, ' Please ....... Memsaab ....... Your father-in-law has instructed us to give you a bath and dress you up. If he comes to know that we did not follow his instructions, then our husbands and us, will be in very deep trouble.

Varsha too nervously pleaded, ' Please ....... Please Memsaab ....... Allow us to do exactly what he has instructed us to do '



Looking at their fear and feeling pity on them I agreed. Both of them gave me a bath and dried my body. They applied perfume all over her body. They combed and plaited my long hair. They applied talcum powder and make up, with some lip-stick on my face. Then as instructed by my father-in-law, they put a large red bindi on my fore-head and lots of  flowers in my hair. They then helped me wear a white netted bra and a white cotton panty. They helped me wear a white petticoat.

Swathi asked me, ' Memsaab, can you show us which was the saree worn by you, on your wedding night with your late husband? '