Thriller THE VILLAGE IS NO PLACE FOR GIRLS by desidesires - Continuation by me

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[doctor101]

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Bhai
Bahot hot erotica hai.
1. Sabse pehele woh Pratap ka Naukar wapas hotel pe aa gaya ho toh uska khata kholo.
2. Aur agar shadi ki sangit rasam ho toh Garima aur Gauri ka dance karao item song pe taki sab ki niyet donon pe bigden.
3. Gauri ke ghar ke naukar, driver, Gauri ke baap se Garima ka rishta jodo.
4. Gauri ki sasoor ke saath suhag raat.

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Please continue in your own style.

This is quite erotic and entertaining.

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Her eyes fly open when she feels a shift in the air beside her. She turns to see Birju, his hand moving rhythmically up and down his hard cock. The sight of him like this, watching and participating in her degradation, sends a fresh wave of horror crashing over her. "Birju?" She screams, her voice shaking.

He flinches at the sound of her voice, his eyes snapping to hers. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. He just stands there, his hand frozen on his dick, his face a mask of guilt and arousal.

Garima's eyes are wide with shock and betrayal. She had hoped, in some small part of her, that Birju wouldn't go through with it. That he'd be the one to save her from this hell. But he's just as much a part of it as Pratap is.

Pratap laughs cruelly, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "What can be done, Garima?" He repeats her words, mocking her. "You were moaning like a 50-rupee randi.

Garima's face burns with humiliation as the words hit her like a slap. Her body is still trembling from the force of her own orgasm, one she hadn't wanted but couldn't control.

"Look, you enjoyed it," Pratap sneers, his eyes dark with victory. "Admit it, Garima. You liked it. You're just as much of a whore as any of the other girls I fuck."

Garima's cheeks burn with humiliation as she turns away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing the truth in her eyes. But deep down, she knows he's right. Her body had responded to him, had climaxed around his cock despite her mind's protests.

Pratap laughs, a deep, dark sound that sends a chill down her spine. "Look at her," he says to Birju, gesturing to her trembling form. "Can't even admit she enjoyed it. What a fucking tease."

Garima's eyes fill with tears as she feels a fresh wave of disgust wash over her. He was right; she had enjoyed it, despite herself. The pleasure had been unwanted, a traitorous betrayal of her own will, but it was there, undeniable. She can still feel the echo of her climax, a pulsing ache deep within her that made her hate herself even more.

Pratap's smug expression only serves to fuel her anger. He knew he had won this round, had proven his dominance over her body and her mind. He had taken something from her that could never be given back, no matter how much she might want to deny it.

Pratap watched Gauri trying to process what happened . deep down, he knew that if she complained to Gauri's father, he is a dead man so his aim was to make her feel guilty for enjoying the sex. He knew that guilt would keep her mouth shut.

"You know, Garima," Pratap began, his voice smooth and taunting, "You can't blame Birju for getting hard watching you. It's only natural. Any man would want to see you like this." He gestured to her sprawled out on the bed, her legs still trembling from the force of her orgasm.

Birju's eyes darted between them, his hand still hovering over his now-softening erection. The guilt was clear on his face, but he said nothing, allowing Pratap to continue his twisted narrative. "And you, bringing him here instead of going to the marriage function," Pratap went on, his words a knife twisting in her gut. "You practically begged for this, didn't you?"

Garima's mind raced. Had she? The events of the evening were a blur, muddied by fear and the overpowering effects of whatever they had given her. But she knew deep down that she had been tricked, that this wasn't what she had wanted. "No," she whispered, her voice shaking. "That's not true."

"Oh, but it is," Pratap said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You're the one who brought him here. You're the one who wanted to have fun, to be with him instead of going to the wedding. And now look at you, begging for more."

Garima's thoughts spun out of control. Was it true? Had she led herself into this situation? The haze from the aphrodisiac made it difficult to remember clearly. But she knew one thing for sure - she had never wanted this. "No," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "That's not what happened."

Pratap chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's all a bit fuzzy, isn't it?" He leaned in close, his breath reeking of alcohol and sweat. "But you know deep down that you wanted this, Garima. You're just too proud to admit it.You're just like all the other city girls, aren't you?"

Birju shifted uncomfortably, his hand slowly moving away from his cock. The guilt was etched on his face like a deep scar, but he remained silent, not daring to interrupt Pratap's twisted narrative.

"You think you're so much better than us," Pratap went on, his voice a sneer. "But look at you now. You're no better than the whores we fuck in the village."

Garima felt a coldness spread through her veins, his words striking a chord deep within her. The guilt he was trying to force on her was a heavy burden, one that made her doubt herself. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the evening's events, but everything was a blur. Had she really brought Birju here? Was she to blame for what had happened?

Pratap watched her closely, his expression one of smug satisfaction. He knew the aphrodisiac was playing with her thoughts, making her doubt her own memories. It was all a part of the game, a twisted power play that he reveled in. "You're just a slut who wanted a taste of something wild," he whispered, his voice like a serpent in the dark. "And now you've had it."

He turned to Birju, who was still standing there, his hand hovering over his cock, looking lost and conflicted. "Look at him," Pratap said, his voice a taunt. "You've made him hard with your mouth. It's only fair that you take care of that, isn't it?"

Garima's eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was suggesting. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't." But Pratap's grip on her chin was firm, forcing her to look into his cold, calculating eyes.

"It's only fair, Garima," he said, his voice like a snake's hiss. "You gave him a taste, now you have to finish what you started." He released her, turning to Birju. "Isn't that right?"

Birju looked at her, his face a battleground of desire and guilt. He knew he should stop this, should never have let it go this far. But his cock was still hard, and the sight of her, sprawled out on the bed, was too much to resist. He nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Yeah, it's only right."

Garima felt a tear slip down her cheek. "Please," she begged, her voice cracking. "I can't do this." But Pratap was already pushing her head down, his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her to Birju's waiting erection. She didn't have the strength to fight back, her body still trembling from the abuse it had just endured.

Birju's cock was hot and heavy in her hand, his eyes searching hers for a sign of consent or protest. But all she could do was look away, the weight of the situation too much to bear. Pratap's words echoed in her mind - it's your duty. And in that moment, she felt like she had no choice but to comply.

With a deep breath, she leaned in and took Birju's cock in her mouth, her mind screaming at her to stop. But her body was a traitor, moving of its own accord as she began to suck him off, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside. He groaned, his eyes closing as he gave in to the sensation.

The taste of Pratap's cum was still in her mouth, mingling with the bitter taste of her own tears. She hated herself for this, for allowing them to use her like this. But she couldn't stop, not when Pratap was watching with such a smug expression, not when Birju's hand was gently guiding her head up and down.

Birju's cock grew harder and thicker in her mouth as she continued to suck him, her cheeks hollowing with each bob. She could feel the veins pulsing under her tongue, the precum leaking onto her taste buds. She didn't want this, but her body was responding, her own arousal building again despite the horror of the situation.

Pratap's voice was like nails on a chalkboard. "Look at her," he said to Birju, his tone filled with malicious glee. "She's a natural. You'd think she's been sucking cock her whole life."

Garima's cheeks burned with humiliation as she heard Pratap's taunts. His words were like a slap in the face, degrading and dehumanizing her. "Wow," he continued, "I've not even seen these dhaba stop prostitutes give such a blowjob. This girl seriously has a lot of experience."

Birju's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements faster, his own guilt forgotten in the face of his friend's praise. He didn't want to enjoy this, but the feel of her mouth around him was too much to resist. He watched as she struggled to keep her eyes closed, tears streaming down her face.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and despair, a stark contrast to the innocence Garima had brought with her from the city. Pratap's words echoed in her mind, making her feel like a whore, a slut. But she couldn't stop, not when Birju's cock was in her mouth, not when Pratap's eyes were on her, watching her every move with a predatory gaze.

Pratap's cock was already growing hard again, his desire for her not satiated. He licked his lips, his eyes glued to the sight of Garima's mouth moving up and down Birju's shaft. The power he had over her, the way she was now a mere puppet to their whims, only fueled his lust. He could see the fear and self-loathing in her eyes, but he didn't care. He was going to have her again.

He stepped closer, his erection bobbing with each step. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself, Garima," he said, his voice a dark purr. "But don't get too comfortable, we're not done with you yet."

[tharkibudda]

If anyone of you can help me translate the dialogue to the local hindi dialect whatever they are using to make it look much realistic with English translation next to it for non hindi traders ..

Please contact me 

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Bhai
Don't spoil adding accent now. All your characters are well potrayed. Just go with flow and update long atleast finish erotic episode. Waiting.

[tharkibudda]

Does anyone know how a typical upper middle class mariage in the north indian village be ??

How many days ?? What might be the customs associated with it ??

[doctor101]

Does anyone know how a typical upper middle class mariage in the north indian village be ??

How many days ?? What might be the customs associated with it ??

If Rich Thakur, Chaudhary, Mukhiya Family Wedding it stretches to 6 to 10 days in village including different ritual of Mehendi Rasam, Sangit Rasam, Engagement Ring Ceremony,  Dandiya Garba Ceremony,  Shoes stealing of Groom, Wedding Day Saat Phera Panditji ritual, Pandit Prayers for good stars luck nakshatra , Bidaai, Serving Sweets, Serving Food etc..
Reference:
https://xossipy.com/thread-1191.html
"A Wedding Ceremony in Village" by Logan555

[tharkibudda]

If Rich Thakur, Chaudhary, Mukhiya Family Wedding it stretches to 6 to 10 days in village including different ritual of Mehendi Rasam, Sangit Rasam, Engagement Ring Ceremony,  Dandiya Garba Ceremony,  Shoes stealing of Groom, Wedding Day Saat Phera Panditji ritual, Pandit Prayers for good stars luck nakshatra , Bidaai, Serving Sweets, Serving Food etc..
Reference:
https://xossipy.com/thread-1191.html
"A Wedding Ceremony in Village" by Logan555

Thank you for constant encouragement

[tharkibudda]

While Garima's world was consumed by the degradation she was being subjected to, Pratap had his eyes on a different prize. Unbeknownst to her, he had pulled out his phone,  His thumbs moved deftly over the screen, capturing every sordid detail of her ordeal.

The camera's cold gaze focused on her exposed buttocks, which quivered with each movement she made to accommodate Birju's cock in her mouth. Her pussy, still gaping and slick from his abuse, was framed by the phone's camera, the evidence of her unwilling arousal on full display. Pratap's eyes glinted with malicious intent as he recorded her humiliation.

"Look at her," Pratap said to Birju, his voice a mix of disgust and excitement. "Her mouth says no, but her pussy tells a different story. It's begging for something to fill it up again, isn't it?" He gestured to her wetness, which gleamed in the dim light of the room. 

Pratap stepped closer, his erection now fully restored. He reached out and slowly rubbed his fingers over her slick folds, examining her wetness with a sadistic curiosity. "Look how much you are  enjoying it," he murmured, his voice a mix of mockery and lust. "Your body can't lie, Garima."

He turned to Birju "You see, she's just like any other city girl," he said, his hand moving to cup her butt cheek. "They all pretend to be innocent, but when you get them alone, they're just begging for it."

Birju's eyes flickered with doubt, but he didn't pull away as Pratap continued to manipulate Garima's body, his own erection still standing tall despite the guilt eating away at him. Pratap knew that by making her feel guilty for her body's response, she'd be less likely to confess to anyone what had happened here. It was a twisted logic, but it was all part of the game he was playing.

"Keep sucking," he ordered her, his hand tightening in her hair. "We're not done with you yet." Garima's eyes shot open in horror as she felt his fingers pushing into her still-sensitive cunt, his other hand reaching around to fondle her clit. She moaned around Birju's cock, the sensations overwhelming her.

Pratap's grin grew wider as he watched her body betray her. "You see," he said to Birju, "She can't get enough." He began to fuck her with his fingers, hard and fast, his thumb rubbing her clit in time with her sucking. "Look at her, her second lips begging for a  dick while the first one is in her mouth."

Garima's eyes widened as she felt Pratap's fingers enter her, the pain mixing with the pleasure she hadn't wanted. Her moans grew louder, her mouth moving faster on Birju's cock .

Pratap took his time, savoring the way her body clenched around his fingers. He watched her with a detached fascination, noting every little tremor and gasp she made. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "But we'll fix that, won't we?"



Without waiting for a response, he withdrew his fingers and lined his cock up with her wet, trembling pussy. He thrust in hard, watching her eyes widen with pain and shock. Garima's muffled scream was lost around Birju's cock, and she couldn't help the way her body arched up to meet him, her muscles clenching around his shaft.

Pratap began to fuck her, his movements merciless and unrelenting. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure-pain through her, making her stomach churn. She could feel herself being torn apart, her insides burning from his roughness. But her body responded, her pussy spasming around him, her hips lifting to meet his every movement.

Birju's cock grew harder in her mouth as he watched his friend claim her.  But he didn't pull away, didn't stop her from sucking him. He was lost, his own desires and fears warring within him.

Pratap's cock slammed into her, filling her completely. She felt so full, so stretched, that she could hardly breathe around Birju's erection. The two men began to move in sync, their hips thrusting together as they used her body for their own pleasure.

Her mouth was filled with Birju's thick, hard cock, his hands on either side of her face, holding her in place.  And she couldn't help it, her body was responding again, her cunt clenching around Pratap's dick as he pounded into her while holding her buttocks on his hands . 

The two of them worked in a brutal rhythm, one that made her feel like nothing more than a piece of meat to be used and discarded. Every thrust of Pratap's cock into her pussy sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, even as she choked and gagged on Birju's cock.

Her eyes watered, her throat ached, and she could feel the beginnings of bruises on her buttocks where Pratap's fingers dug in, but she couldn't stop. Her body was no longer hers, it was theirs to use and abuse. Pratap's grunts grew louder, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered obscenities that made her skin crawl.

"Look how much she loves it," he taunted Birju, who was now fucking her mouth in sync with Pratap's brutal thrusts.


The room was a cacophony of sounds - the wet slaps of flesh, her muffled cries, and their grunts of pleasure. Garima's eyes were wide with shock, fear, and an undeniable, unwanted arousal. Her body was a battleground of pain and pleasure, and she felt powerless to stop them.

On the other side of the village, the sangeet was in full swing. The air was alive with the rhythmic beat of dholaks and the melodious sounds of singing. .

Gauri looked breathtaking in her red and gold lehenga, her eyes shimmering with excitement and a hint of nerves. Her heart raced as she stepped onto the dance floor, her hands adorned with intricate mehndi patterns that matched her bridal attire perfectly.

The room was a riot of color, the walls adorned with strings of marigolds and fairy lights casting a warm glow over the guests. The music grew louder as the initial dance of the bride and groom came to an end, the crowd clapping and cheering for the new couple.

Gauri's heart was racing in her chest as she took a moment to catch her breath, the heavy embroidery of her lehenga feeling like a second skin. She was so caught up in the whirlwind of her wedding festivities, so dizzy from the swirls of happiness and nerves, that she had forgotten for a brief moment about her best friend, Garima.

The music transitioned from the sweet, traditional melodies of the opening dance to the thumping beats of Punjabi rap, and the energy in the room shifted. The air grew thick with excitement as the crowd surged onto the dance floor, eager to let loose. The men gravitated towards the back of the hall, where bottles of whiskey and beer were passed around like sacred offerings.

The women had initially danced with a mix of joy and caution, their laughter a sweet symphony that filled the space. But as the night grew darker and the alcohol flowed more freely, the atmosphere grew heavier. The respectful glances from the men grew more intense, their hands starting to roam without permission.

A few of the bolder women giggled at first, flattered by the attention, but as the touches grew more insistent, a sense of unease began to spread among them. They knew the unspoken rule of these village celebrations - when the drinks were in full swing, the dance floor was no longer a place of innocent fun.

One by one, the women began to retreat, leaving the floor to the men. Their laughter grew forced, their smiles tight as they extricated themselves from the grasping hands. The air grew charged with a new kind of energy, one that was darker, more primal.

The men, fueled by the alcohol and the heady scent of untouched desire, began to dance with an exaggerated, almost feral grace. They moved their hips in a way that mimicked the mating rituals of chimps, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that was all too human. The crowd roared with laughter, clapping and jeering as they egged each other on.

It was an unwritten rule in the village, one that the women had grown accustomed to. The wedding night was a time for the men to let loose, to indulge in the crudest of jokes and the most outlandish of behaviors. The women would look the other way, giggling behind their hands at their antics. But as long as the line is not crossed and the womenfolk weren't harmed.

Birju had always been one of the more eager participants in this dance of debauchery. He'd don a garish suit, his eyes shining with mischief as he approached the shy, unmarried girls, whispering sweet nothings that were more lewd than romantic. His advances were met with laughter or slaps, and he'd retreat, nursing his bruised ego with a swig of whiskey.

As the night progressed, the alcohol would loosen his inhibitions, and his dance moves grew more erratic. He'd twirl and leap, his shoes slapping against the floor, he threw his head back and howled with laughter. The crowd would cheer him on, delighted by the spectacle.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Birju's mind was not on the festivities. His thoughts were consumed by the events unfolding back at the farmhouse. Garima's tear-streaked face, the feel of her soft skin, the way she'd moaned around his cock as Pratap fucked her from behind.

For years, Birju had been the butt of the village's jokes, the perpetual bachelor who couldn't seem to win the heart of any of the local girls. They saw him as strange, a bit of a loser, and definitely not the kind of man they'd want to marry their daughters. So he'd turned to the whores that frequented at pratap's lodge , the ones who didn't care about his awkwardness or his lack of charm. They'd take his money and give him what he wanted, no questions asked.

But none of them had ever come close to the intensity of fucking Garima. They were experienced, yes, their bodies trained to give pleasure, but it was mechanical, almost boring. With Garima, it was different. Her innocence, her lust,the way she'd looked at him with those big, pleading eyes - it was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

The whores he'd been with knew the score. They knew what they were getting into, and they knew how to play the game. They'd moan and arch their backs on cue, faking pleasure so convincingly that even he had been fooled at times. But Garima was real. Her reactions were raw and unfiltered, her pain and humiliation genuine.

Birju felt a twisted kind of pride swell in his chest as he watched Garima sucking his cock . He wanted to boast to everyone about this conquest, to rub it in the face of every man who had ever called him a loser. He wanted them to see him now, a man who could take what he wanted, who had the power to make a girl like Garima do unspeakable things.