[Rajaryanea]

?? awesome bro. Try posting 7th sense also

[MrGhostRider]

Aranmanai 2
 
Scene: Trisha and Murali playing with water in the garden.
 
Murali was watering the plants in the garden. That’s when Trisha showed up being glammed up. Just as she noticed him, she wanted to have some fun with her fiancé.  She stepped on the water hose for a moment. As the water flow stopped, Murali checked the opening of hose with his face buried in it. Trisha let go of her leg and the water, with full force splashed on his face.

 

This prompted him to give her a little payback by splashing the water over her. But they weren’t alone as they initially thought. The worker named Subbu was just crossing their path.
 

 
Trisha’s whole body was drenched in water while her saree tightly clung to her body. Subbu marvelled at her well rounded shape which formed a tight spot around her tits. Her nipples had hardened partly due to the chill of cold but mostly from the arousal she was enjoying from showing off her body to Murali. She didn’t notice Subbu. The water droplets were dripping from her body. Some even managed to go inside her crotch area.
 

 
That’s when Murali noticed, he isn’t the only guy getting a free show of Trisha’s wet body. While she was trying to dry her saree by twisting them, Murali hoped Subbu was just standing there by coincidence and he would leave. But to his utter shock, Subbu didn’t move, in fact he rubbed his boner which clearly formed a tent over his dhoti. This further cemented his intention and Murali couldn’t take it anymore.
 
“Hey… What are you doing there??” roared Murali in anger.
 
“Seeing a free show” replied Subbu in silent tone.
 
“What did you just say?” asked Murali irked even more.
 
“Well, if you didn’t want others to watch your private shows, it should have been done in private” replied Subbu even more calmly.
 
What he said was absolutely right, but the tone he said was filled with sarcasm and insults which didn’t sit well with Murali.
 
“You bloody lowly working scum” Murali jumped at him with full force.
 

Trisha sensing the situation getting worse tried to calm Murali but her efforts were futile because by now, it was about his ego rather than who is right or wrong. Murali gave some back to back blows to Subbu who was slightly drunk at that time due to that, he couldn’t counter Murali’s attack or give some punches back.
 
After hearing the commotion caused by these two, others came to the scene and broke the fight. Before even asking what happened or who is wrong, they automatically sided with Murali and Murali’s brother said to Subbu,
“Get lost!! You are fired!!”
 
“Ayya, just let me explain” Subbu tried to plead.
 
“Nonsense!! How dare to lay your hands and Murali and have the audacity to speak your side, just get lost before he beats you to death”
 
Subbu was just plainly confused; but he cleared the scene soon.

[MrGhostRider]

It’s been a week since the incident, and he was drunk most of the time. As a result, he had little to no money left and he couldn’t get any other job. He felt all the anger, betrayal, confused, angry towards Murali, and his inability to hit him back, over trisha, etc

 
That’s when he materialised a plan. A plan to take revenge on Trisha. Subbu has always been weaker when it comes to women. He was an excellent worker, on time, did everything his employer orders him to do without any questions asked. But he never laid his hand on any of the girls whom he works for. Subbu, who doesn’t consider himself to be a saint, had one rule. “Adhigaarathil Kai Vaika Kudathu” (never touch someone in authority) But he had to break his own rule now. After all, what he has to lose now??
 
He was amazed at how his brain worked when he was drunk. The plan was airtight. He waited patiently for the right time.
 
*** After Six Hours ***
 
Trisha sat as still and quiet as she could, no longer sobbing, no longer fighting the ropes tied tightly around her wrists and ankles. She didn't press her tongue against the gag in her mouth anymore, either; it only made her start to choke and she wanted to be utterly silent. She was still trying to remember how she ended up here.
 

 
Drying tears stained her cheeks with their high-boned perfection. It was hot in this dark room, but she was too scared to care about her comfort level at this point. She was more worried about what happens next.

Just as Trisha was losing hoping, Subbu entered that dark room,

"Please, Subbu, please don't hurt me." Her voice was pleading and she was not ashamed. She didn't want to be a victim in an ego fight. "Please, I'll ask Murali to give your job back and I’ll give you even more money than you ask, just leave me."

[MrGhostRider]

The shock that registered on his face confused her briefly, and she stopped talking. "But I'm not here because of Murali. I just want you." As he said it, his voice gentle, he reached out again, this time caressing the side of her face. She inhaled, sharply, a quick breath, and held very still, not wanting to do anything that might encourage him, including resist him.

 
It was so hard, so difficult to be still and quiet when all she wanted to do was scream and curl up into herself as far away from his touch as possible. She tried again to put him off. She knew that Subbu wasn’t like this, in all his years of working at their palace there wasn’t any complaints about him. She firmly believed, he is just drunk and not thinking clearly. "Please, Subbu, I want to go home. I won’t tell anyone about this. Please."
 
He smiled sadly and shook his head, tossing around those soft-looking curls. "I think you underestimate your appeal, Trisha." He leaned back, more of him on the bed. "Now, I promise I won't hurt you, but I think it’s better if you don’t fight me." His smile warmed slightly. "In fact, if you co-operate, this will be over quickly."
 
Trisha wanted to protest but couldn't find her voice. Her entire body tensed, and her voice screamed inside her head, ‘NO!’ But she couldn't seem to make the words come out her mouth.
 
He sat back on the bed and his hands cupped her breasts through the thin cloth of her saree and jacket which barely covered her bra. She whimpered quietly, unable to hold it in, and his eyes met hers, full of pleasure and lust. His voice was a whisper. "So soft, so firm, so perfect." He squeezed gently, found her nipples and brushed them with his thumbs over and over. A satisfied smile graced his lips because even though in terror, they hardened in response and stood at attention.
 
This seemed to encourage subbu and he reached toward the one end of her pallu, unraveling it so that only the jacket covered her bra. His gaze on her breasts was appreciative, and he bent his head down, his lips closing over her left nipple through the thin material as he suckled at it. Trisha cried out and closed her eyes tight, denying that this was really happening, even as her back arched in an involuntary response. He unbuttoned her jacket in one swift motion.
 

 
One of his hands caressed her stomach; the other still on her right breast as he nibbled at her through the bra, then used his tongue to drench them in his saliva so that he could taste the bra material tight around her nipple. He let out a moan, and Trisha whimpered again, a whispered, "Please don't," escaping her lips.
 
He stopped, pulled away, and looked up at her, meeting her eyes with an intense pleasure on his face. "I know you like it; I can feel it, Trisha. Don't fight it." His fingers toyed at her nipples as he spoke, pinching them and rubbing them. But Trisha didn't want it, couldn't help but fight it, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks again.
 
He sighed and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. "I know you can enjoy this," he whispered against her neck as he released the hooks. Then he frowned, realizing he couldn’t take it off without untying her. He caught her eyes again and said, "I want you to cooperate, Trisha. I want you to enjoy this, and I need to untie you. Will you behave for me?"
 
He was going to untie her. If she just promised not to fight him, he'd take the ropes off. If she was loose, she could fight him and run. She had to lie, had to tell him she'd do what he wanted, so she nodded, not speaking a word, and the relief on his face was almost as frightening as his desire. He stayed pressed against the front of her as he worked at the knots in the rope behind her back, finally releasing her wrists.
 
She didn't have time to move away; he caught both of her wrists, one in each hand, and drew them forward slowly, moving them around her body so that her hands rested on his hips. Holding them there, he leaned in and kissed her, gently, like a caress, as if he were trying to draw her out of herself and into him. His tongue pushed through the firm line of her lips, tasting the inside of her mouth and drinking deeply of her. She didn't fight, but she didn't kiss him back, either.
 

 
When he pulled back, he was breathless, and she seemed to be having trouble breathing as well. He used one hand to lift both arms over her head and the other to remove her jacket off and then lowered her arms so he could slide the bra down them. When her chest was bare, he pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He reached with one hand to cup her cheek, and his eyes glittered with adoration. "So beautiful."

[MrGhostRider]

Trisha had hoped to see that look on her fiancé Murali, but not here, not with him and he was forcing her against her will. That was bang, no matter how much he thought he adored her. It was wrong, and she was scared and angry. She wanted to fight and couldn't; wanted to say no but knew it would do no good.

 
Even as she thought it, he pushed her back down to the bed, laying her on her back and pressing his body over hers, the bare chest of his flesh hot and heavy against her own. Lower down, she could feel the hard meat of him inside his dhoti, pressing against her lower belly, and that startled her even more, caused her terror to grow into a tightly clenched ball in her stomach. This was going to go all the way, she thought in despair.
 
She struggled beneath him, unable to be still and let this happen, but he caught both of her wrists again and pinned them to the bed above her head with one hand as his mouth and free hand began to explore her bare chest and stomach, touching, kissing, nibbling as he moved lower and lower. "Please," she whispered again, praying that he would hear her and heed her desperate request.
 
Instead, he reached his hand between her legs, still bound and spread a few inches apart, and began to massage the warm, private area between her thighs. She felt more tears rolling down her cheeks, but she no longer felt hopeful, no longer held out the slightest hope that she might stop this. Instead, she tried to find a quiet corner within herself to hide, so she could pretend it wasn't her but someone else that was being touched so intimately.
 

 
Subbu released her wrists, shifting his entire body lowered so that her bare upper body was suddenly cold without him pressed against it. His hands worked deftly, swift and easy, rolling the petticoat, then tugging them up and rolled down her panties, until she was completely exposed. Trisha let out a long moan of humiliation as he just lay there and stared her for a long moment.
 
Then, his mouth dove in between her legs, and he used his hands to spread her thighs wider, giving him better access to the warmth of her centre. His tongue plunged deep inside, and the sensation of it was so raw, so intimate, that she gasped and came up off the bed. He laughed, and the vibration of his lips against her made her shiver. This wasn't right, she thought. She was afraid, angry, hurt, confused; her body should be in shock, unable to respond to his touch in any way, especially in this way.
 
Even as the thought filled her mind, it was shattered by teeth, closing ever so gently on her clit and tugging so it was just this side of painful. "Subbu!" she screamed, wanting to beg him to stop and unable to say any more.
 
He took it as a sign of encouragement, and his tongue began to work again, lapping at her, diving inside of her, and Trisha had to close her eyes. She whimpered, this time from a mixture of fear and sensation that, in other circumstances, she would have called pleasure. But there was nothing pleasant about this scenario.
 

 
"I'm going to untie your legs so I can get your petticoat off." His voice was lower, hoarse now, and he spoke so that his breath tickled over the parts of her he'd been licking. She wanted to think the moisture between her legs had all come from his mouth, but somehow, she knew that her body was betraying her mind. "Will you keep behaving if I do?"
 
Trisha had the presence of mind to realize that he was offering to free her completely of the ropes, and that she would be able to kick and fight and run if her feet were untied. She nodded vigorously, hoping he would be convinced, and that was all he needed. He jerked the ropes free and then pulled her petticoat off completely so she lay entirely nude on the bed.
 
He stared down at her as he began to work his dhoti, his fingers fumbling slightly in his excitement and anticipation. She took the second she had and shot up in bed, kicking at him, and tried to roll to the floor. Before she could get away, he caught her ankle, using it to tug her back toward him, then closed his hands around her waist and hoisted her back up onto her belly on the bed.
 
He pinned her with his body, grabbing the back of her next tight in one hand, and leaned in so his mouth was an inch from her ear. "You lied to me." He used his grip to turn her head so that her cheek was pressed against the bed, and he licked the cheek that was exposed. "I told you to cooperate, that I didn't want to hurt you. You want this the hard way?"

[MrGhostRider]

What was she supposed to say? Sobbing now, she just shook her head. She couldn't say that her own reaction was what scared her, that it wasn't him and the situation anymore but the fact that she might truly enjoy some part of this in a sick, twisted way. He moved his hand to the small of her back and pressed down, holding her in place as he removed his dhoti, then lay back down on top of her, using his knees to push her legs wide apart.

 
She screamed, his forcing her movement was actually hurting her. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her buttocks, and she braced herself for what she was sure would come next. Instead, his free hand was suddenly massaging between her thighs again, hard and rough and one finger snaked up inside the centre of her. "What are you so afraid of, Trisha?" he asked, sitting up and straddling her legs, his other hand firm on her back as he worked her until she was dripping wet. "Are you still a virgin?"
 
And that thought made her whimper harder. Her secret has been out. His hand stilled, one finger still inside her, his palm pressed tight against her, another finger firm against her clit. "Oh my God. How did Murali leave you still intact?" He hesitated another moment, listening to her sobs, then began to tease her again, a little more gently this time. "Now I get it, you were signalling him to advance by doing that free show on the Garden"
 
Trisha didn't want to know how many other women this Subbu had abused in this way, but she had to think it was a large number because his touch was just right. It was almost intoxicating to the point that she bordered on that pain threshold but couldn't help feeling aroused by the work he was doing. She didn't want to be here, and she wanted to fight her body, even as the intensity built in her lower stomach like something ready to explode.
 
He pressed his body back on top of her as he began to move not one but two fingers in and out of her, the moisture now so thick that it made wet noises. He began to murmur against her hair. "Your pussy is so sweet, tastes so good, and that fool Murali failed to utilize you. It's so warm and wet and ready to go, it's just begging me to take it. Don’t worry Trisha, I will tell Murali your pussy said Hi."
 
His fingers picked up speed, and a third one joined the first two. Trisha screamed, wordlessly, and she writhed on the bed. No, she thought, no, I won't let it happen. I can control at least this much of the situation. But even as she thought it, his other arm pushed its way under her, and the fingers on that hand began to toy with her clit until she had no sane thoughts left. The word no still screamed through her mind, but she no longer understood what she wanted to say no to.
 

 
The orgasm crashed over her, and she screamed, over and over, as his fingers kept digging at it, drawing out the pleasure in a way Trisha would never have believed possible. She bucked against him, rode his hand, and he held her down with his body, his laughter breathing down her spine and making her shudder even as the waves of orgasm quieted.
 
As soon as she realized what had happened, she felt guilty, dirty, and she tried to pull out from under him. His hands came down hard on her shoulders, and he wiggled himself down between her legs so that she could feel the head of him touching her, pressing against her opening. "Oh, we're not done yet. Now it's my turn" he told her.
 
She opened her mouth to protest, but he rammed into her, all of him deep within, drawing a cry of pain from her lips. Her hands clawed at the bed, trying to shed some of the hurt, but she didn't have time to recover before he slid almost all the way out, only the very tip of him still inside her, then shoved himself deep into her again. There was less pain this time, but it still hurt.
 

 
The third thrust was not painful, just jarring, and a groan escaped her lips, more from the tenseness of her body than anything. His hands cupped her buttocks for a moment, then spilled around her waist, lifting it from the bed so that she was on her knees, those knees spread wide to accommodate his position kneeling between her legs.
 
With his hands wrapped around her waist, he began to pull her into him, pushing himself deep inside and then releasing her so that he slid almost out, over and over. He moaned his own pleasure at the sensation, and despite her reluctance, Trisha had to admit to herself that it felt good. She didn't want it to feel good, and she knew that nothing good would come of this. She didn't want Subbu spilling inside her; somehow, that would just make this all more real.

[MrGhostRider]

She tried to get her senses about her and thought, personal. "Subbu!" She spoke his name on a grunt as he plunged into her yet again, and he froze, his throbbing shaft buried deep within her. "Please don't."

 
He seemed to hesitate, and then slid his hands forward, off her waist, to cup her breasts. Taking one in each hand, he moulded them, squeezed them, and then used them to draw her back against his chest, both of them kneeling with her still holding him deep inside. He kept one hand on her breast, the other sliding down to her clit, where he began to toy with it again, pinching it, slapping it, rubbing it, and Trisha couldn't help but gasp.
 

 
"Maybe you'll like this position better. I will give some tips to Murali," he mumbled, his voice low and strained. Still using his fingers to toy with her, he grabbed her waist with his other hand and began to rock her up and down; riding her on his shaft in a fast, frantic rhythm that felt like it was going to rip her in two. She'd avoided touching him so far, but just to keep her balance and to avoid some of the pain, she reached her hands back and grabbed onto his hips.
 
The movement repositioned her, and suddenly, another wave of orgasm smashed into her, bringing her screaming and shuddering. He began to move her up and down faster, his fingers stilling on her clit, and Trisha was amazed, not having known that such swift, precise motions were possible.
 
It was too late, she realized. It had already happened, and there was no stopping it now. At the last moment, she gave herself over to the pleasure of it, to the sensation of his erection as it throbbed inside her with the need for release. To the feel of his fingers on her most intimate, sensitive parts. Of his warm, hard chest pressed against her back. She reached a hand up and touched that dark hair, so soft and shiny.
 
He rocked her hard against him, and she began to move herself with the rhythm, the speed he wanted, harder and fiercer than his thrusts had been. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong, and she knew she should stop it, shouldn't want it at all. But it felt so damn good.
 

 
She reached down and slapped at his hand, moving it away from her clit, wanting to touch herself and feel her clit enlarged, swollen with arousal. She felt his head move and realized he was looking over her shoulder at her, and a moan of ecstasy came through his lips as he watched her finger herself while she rode him. His hand closed over her breast again, squeezing so hard she cried out, and it brought her one more time, gasping for breath and ready to beg for this to be over, not because she regretted it now but because she didn't think she could take anymore.
 
As she nearly collapsed with the force of her own orgasm, he held her tight against him and plunged as deep and hard as he could into her, one last time, and she felt the rush of wet warmth flood into her as he came, his entire body convulsing as he spasmed inside her.
 
They fell to the bed, her on her stomach and him on top of her, as Subbu was trying to catch his breath, he was startled by a strong hit on his head. The owner of the Bar standing next to him.
 
“How long are you going to stay sleeping here? I am going to close the shop”
 
That’s when Subbu realized he was in a spectacular dream all this time, he rushed out the bar and head straight to the palace to execute his plan. He jumped through damaged section in backside of the compound wall. Just as he was nearing the entrance, he could hear Murali talking.
 
“come on, everyone get in the van. Trisha is now bathing. This is our perfect chance”
‘yeah this is my perfect chance as well’ Subbu thought to himself.
 
He was little surprised as everyone got in the van, even the maid, cook etc. But he didn’t think too much into it. He then realized he doesn’t need to kidnap Trisha as the whole Palace is empty except for both of them.
 
“Thank God, we were able to escape in time, Lets go to the Swamiji’s house to get some immunity from the Ghost” Murali told everyone in the Van.
 

THE END

[Raviraj45]

Super bro.. keep continue bro

[MrGhostRider]

?? awesome bro. Try posting 7th sense also

Sure..

[MrGhostRider]

Super bro.. keep continue bro

[Dhinesh]

Vera level bro.....
Waiting for 7am aarivu movie.....

[Warrior]

Super bro continue

[Rajaryanea]

Vera level bro.....
Waiting for 7am aarivu movie.....

Yes bro do 7th sense also

[Joker21]

Waiting for nayan story

[MrGhostRider]

Vera level bro.....
Waiting for 7am aarivu movie.....

Yes bro do 7th sense also

Yes.. posting tomorrow

[MrGhostRider]

Super bro continue

Waiting for nayan story

 Posting After 7th Sense

[Raviraj45]

Yes.. posting tomorrow

Waiting bro

[MrGhostRider]

Waiting bro

posting now

[MrGhostRider]

Suggest me some new movies or scenes suggestion which can be sexualized

[MrGhostRider]

Tamil or Malayalam Movie is fine,
If its Hindi or Telugu or other language, please send link with subs