Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

[Manikandarajesh]

Very nice

[opendoor]

[opendoor]

Smrithi

[sexycharan]

woaaahhhh

[opendoor]

-24-

After couple of days of severe torture and humiliation in the mansion by the two ex-convicts and house goondas, Smrithi started narrating what has happened to her son Rahul

Later that night Sameer uncle took me to a secluded extension of the mansion which looked like servant quarters and thrown me there.  That’s when I recollected what he was telling your dad that he will feed me to the most notorious ex-convicts that he employed them recently whom he uses to teach some harsh lessons to any maids that try to cheat nor obey the rules of the mansion

Balvinder and Tejpal !!!



The T shirt I was wearing was a short one, ending just below my waist and the shorts ended a few inches below my crotch. So every time I bent to get something, a hint of skin was on display for this criminal who standing right behind me.   The landline phone was just a couple of feet away from me. I started inching closer to it, hoping that somehow I could get him distracted and call the cops. But Tejpal was smart; once he realised that, he walked over to it, pulled it out and threw it away.   I expected him to hit me or at least say something but he stood there quietly staring at me. I on the other hand cursed under my breath at the missed opportunity.  
I was so hungry and don’t know when I ate last. I wanted to make something to eat. The spices needed for the omelette was in the cabinet above the kitchen counter .  Seeing me struggle to reach the cabinet, Tejpal moved swiftly behind me. His body brushed against mine as he reached over to the cabinet. Far from being accidental, this move was clearly deliberate. I felt his tall, lean body brush against my back and his crotch pushed against my butt. The jar of spice was right in his hand but he stayed put in his place, enjoying the bodily contact.  I cringed at the unwanted touch but he seemed thrilled. I thought he’d step back after retrieving the jar of spices but I was wrong. With the jar in one hand, he placed his other hand on my waist and squeezed it.



I visibly shivered, out of sheer disgust. I was being so openly molested by this thug  ; just the thought disgusted me.  He definitely hadn’t bathed in days and I could smell the musky odour from his body and from his dirty clothes. Standing so close to me, he towered over me. His chest brushed against the back of my head, his stomach against my back and his crotch was perfectly aligned with my butt. I felt his hips gyrate against my butt. I cringed but couldn’t help but notice the bulge growing against my butt.  The stench of his unwashed body and the smell of tobacco from his mouth made my stomach churn. I wanted to push him back and slap him as hard as I could but I knew that either I’d get a tighter slap in return or worse, a bullet in my head.  

I endured this nightmarish situation.  He placed the jar on the counter and took a step backward. I could still feel his eyes on me and soon, I felt his hands on me too. I shrieked as he grabbed my butt cheek and gave it a hard squeeze. The squeeze was painful. I bit my lip to avoid screaming but he squeezed harder. He was perhaps enjoying seeing me struggle more than he was enjoying a handful of my butt flesh that he had gripped.  “Aaaarrrgghhh...” I let out a moan of pain as I just couldn’t control it anymore. Tejpal chuckled and then slapped my aching butt hard which pushed me against the kitchen counter. My eyes were closed and tears rolled down my eyes as I cursed my fate and prayed to god to set me free.  “Ande jal rahe hai” I heard him say but I was still in pain.  “Bhenchod ande jal rahe hai!” He screamed. His booming voice startled me back to reality and I turned off the stove immediately.  And the next second I screamed again as he lunged at me and embraced me in a bear hug. In no time his hands found my breasts and squeezed them hard. I struggled to escape but he was too strong for me.

I tried to slap his hands away but simply couldn’t. He cupped my breasts and was squeezing them repeatedly like giving a massage albeit very rough.  Till now I was whimpering, trying to set myself free but then I screamed as his hand reached under to my crotch and cupped it. I tried pushing his hand away as strongly as I could but it didn’t budge. I felt his thick finger swipe along the length of my pussy and I shivered visible. The thin fabric of the shorts and the panties under didn’t provide much protection.  I was in a bear hug with this escaped convict who was squeezing my breasts and rubbing my pussy but to add to it, he started necking me. Even though, he wasn’t even close to being gentle like Sameer, my neck being my most erogenous spot, a bodily reaction was due.   I felt a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach and my mind was resisting him, my body started responding. It was perhaps an automatic reaction but I felt my panties dampen, my nipples harden.

My heart was already pounding and my breath was short. Physically I was aroused but my mind still was fighting back.  I was still struggling, trying to push him away. I raised my foot and stomped it on his bare foot. His grip loosened and I heard him grunt but he recovered. The hand that was on my breasts came up to my neck and he started choking me. The grip tightened and I got difficult to breath, the struggle was now to stay alive.  “Bhenchod randi Sali…lagta hai tujhe marna hai…” He grunted in my ear.  “Aaarrcckkhhh...Noo…. Plea…” I struggled to plead.  It started getting darker as my brain started running out of air. In those chaotic moments, I thought this was it…. but then he loosened his grip a little.  “Dekh mein tujhe marna nahi chahta lekin teri bakchodi jyada ho rahi hai…maa kasam gala daba dunga.” He whispered in my ear. It sounded like Death himself spoke to me.  I nodded and as soon as I did, he let go off my neck.



I inhaled loudly as my starving body took in as much oxygen it could.  I was still in his bear hug and a few minutes after I recovered, Tejpal was back to what he was doing before he tried to kill me.  He was squeezing my tits hard, alternating between them while his other hand was back to rubbing my pussy. I squirmed as I felt his hand slide under my shirt and grab my breast. I was being molested in   and I could do nothing about it.  I cursed myself. Why did I spy on my sister in law on what she is doing with Sameer? At least I wouldn’t have to go through this.  I drew a sharp breath when his hand deftly slid under my pyjamas and his finger slid along the length of my pussy. I visibly shuddered when his thick, rough finger rubbed my clit.

He laughed seeing my reaction and his finger started expertly playing with my clit. My hand gripped his wrist but it was too small and weak to stop it.  I opened my eyes wide in shock when I realised I was getting wet. No…No…Nooo…this can’t be happening. I was being forced upon then how could my body betray me like this.   Tejpal stopped for a while and I looked back at him. His eyes gleamed with the realisation of my arousal. I looked at him in horror and disbelief like a deer caught between the lights of a car. His fingers stirred a moment later and he guffawed seeing my shiver. He did it again to evoke the same reaction and again and again.  A few seconds later I was back to shuddering like before and he was busy licking my ears, squeezing my tits and tweaking my clit. And then I sensed it, I sensed the orgasm arriving. My body was showing all the signs of it. As much as I tried to push him away, I couldn’t; as much as I tried to tame my mind, I couldn’t. I was about to cum.  “Ummhh...Ummhppff...” I heard Balvinder behind us clearing his throat.  Tejpal stopped immediately and withdrew. I collapsed on to the kitchen counter after, my body still shivering from that assault on my body and senses.  “Bhai..mujhe pata hai bohot din ho gaye lekin hame jald se jald yeh shahar chodna hai.” Balvinder said placing his hand on Tejpal’s shoulder.  “Hmmm…control nahi kar paya.” Tejpal said before laughing out loud. He raised his finger to show Balvinder my juices on the tip. Balvinder looked at me with raised eye brows and a devilish smile but said nothing.  “Haha..chal ab khate hai.” Balvinder declared as he sat on the dining table and Tejpal joined him.

And like a gracious host to unwanted guests, I served them their meal.   I have never seen anyone eat like they did. They literally attacked the food as soon I placed it on the table.  . Seeing them literally swallow the food made me a little proud of myself. Even though they hadn’t uttered a word about how it tasted, just seeing them gobble it down was itself a form of appreciation.  “Kuch peene ke liye hai?” Tejpal asked.  “Uuhh…Coffee?” I replied blankly. They stopped eating and looked at each other for a second before erupting in loud laughter.  I felt a little insulted but also confused. The men, once they were done laughing looked at me before Balvinder spoke, “Abe…Daru hai kya?”  “Uuuhh...haa..haa..hai.” I stammered a response.  “To bhosadiwali dekh kya rahi hai…leke aa.” Balvinder commanded.  I stumbled to the corner of the kitchen to get the bottle.



I fetched the bottle from the cabinet and went to get the glasses.  “Kya kar rahi uai?” Balvinder thundered.  “Glasses….” I replied feebly.  “Woh sab chhod..bottle leke aa idar.” He commanded. I scampered back to the dining table and he snatched the bottle out of my hand. He pulled the cap open and then put it to his mouth and started gulping it down like it was water.  After taking a huge swig of the whiskey, he handed it over to Tejpal who did the same. In a matter of seconds half the bottle was finished and by the time they were done with their meal, the bottle was empty. I saw with my very own eyes, an entire bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label being gulped down by these two criminals .

The men burped out loud one after another signalling the end of their meals. I cringed in absolute disgust hearing them belch but they didn’t give two fucks about minding their manners in front of a lady.  Balvinder them proceeded to take out a packet of bidis from his pocket and hand one to Tejpal before lighting one for himself. The men then smoked their bidis in my kitchen. I was incensed to see them smoke in my house but couldn’t do anything about it. Once done, they threw the stubs on the floor and got up. Tejpal grabbed my arm and we both followed Balvinder as he walked up the stairs.  “Kya kar rahe ho.. kahan le ja rahe ho mujhe???? Bhagwan ke liye mujhe chhod do!!!….”  I screamed but neither of them stopped.

I was being taken to my bedroom and I knew I was going to be mercilessly banged  . I struggled to free myself but Tejpal’s grip around my arm was far too strong for me. They dragged me to my bedroom before pushing me on the bed. I was shaking in fear; my skin had gone pale.  

“Mooh band kar iska!” Balvinder thundered and the very next moment, I felt a tight slap land on my face.  Tejpal’s fat hand just landed on my face and I fell down from the sheer force of the slap. Tejpal did his job well, I did stop shouting but only because I was almost knocked out with that slap.  There was a black out for a few seconds before I started to get some sense back. The stinging sound was still echoing in my ear and my cheek felt hot. I touched it gently and it hurt. I was sure it had turned red with hand marks from it because that’s how hard the slap was.  “Tujhe hum abhi maar sakte hai. Bohot murder karke jail gaye hai. List mein ek aur naam jodke koi fark nahi padega.” Tejpal said before gripping my hair and pulling me up.

I moaned in pain as he yanked my hair.  “Kapde utaar iske.” Balvinder ordered and Tejpal got to the job immediately. I felt his hand land on my shirt and pull it hard.  “Noo...Please nooooo...” I burst out into tears as I tried stopping Tejpal from disrobing me. He pulled harder and I resisted till a point where he yanked it so hard that the shirt ripped.   Completely destroyed, the shirt fell off my body and I instinctively covered myself. Tejpal didn’t give me a chance be pushed my arms aside, dug his hand into my bra and yanked it hard. With a loud snap, the bra gave way to and my ample breasts bounced out of confinement.  I screamed but then I felt his hand land hard on my cheek but not as hard as the last time. It had the desired effect of shutting me up but I continued sobbing.

By now I had given up and Tejpal didn’t take my time to take off my shorts and panties and throw them away.  “Bistar mein daal isko.” Balvinder ordered. Tejpal promptly picked me up in his arms, walked over to the side of the bed and threw me on the bed. I groaned as I made a hard landing on the bed.  I was moaning in pain, holding my back after that nasty fall. He had bunch of ties in his hands.  At first I was confused but then when he came over to the side of the bed and grabbed my arm, it was abundantly clear what he wanted to do. I tried to wrestle my arm free from his grip but he pulled it hard against the head board of the bed and pinned it. Then he tied that arm to the leg of the bed using one of the ties. He quickly walked over to the other side of the bed and tied my other hand too.  

“Please…paise, gehene, sab lelo lekin mujhe jaane do...Please...” I pleaded to them but they turned a deaf ear to my please.  With me tied up in the bed , they just stood there quietly, watching my naked body spread out naked on my bed. Balvinder put his hand inside his pocket and fished out a pack of bidis. He handed one to Tejpal and took one for himself. He fished out a matchbox from his pocket and lit both their cigarettes. Soon the closed room was full of smoke and stench from the bidis.  They threw the burned out bidis on the floor before Balvinder walked over and switched off the lights. This was really strange. They were not forcing themselves on me. A part of me was relieved at this but there was a part of me which was terrified of their erratic behaviour. Perhaps this was the calm before the storm.  

I felt the bed rustle as the men lied down next to me. As my eyes got used to the dark, I realised that Balvinder was lying to my left and Tejpal was to my right.   “Tujhe nanga kiya hai taaki tu bhaag na jaye.” Tejpal explained. I cringed in disgust as his dirty smelly mouth came close to mine.  What the fuck was I supposed to do now? I was tied up tight, was naked in bed with two criminals.   I had to get out of this mess!  I was wide awake while the men were quite; I thought they had fallen asleep. How could I sleep like this in such a situation? I counted every second for the sun to rise, for my eyes to open and for the nightmare to end.  Just then, I felt a hand crawl up my thigh.

At first I stiffened up then then started kicking my legs violently.   I realised it was Tejpal’s hand. It slowly moved from my thigh up to my hip and then settled on my flat stomach. The hand then slowly moved to my waist before grabbing a handful of my flesh and squeezing it. I trembled and froze. I thrashed my legs trying to get his hand off me but then he put his heavy leg over mine. Under the weight of his massive leg, I couldn’t help but stay still.  His hand moved from my waist and stopped over my navel. I felt his thick finger inside my deep navel. I thrashed as the finger fidgeted with my navel. I had closed my eyes and had pursed my mouth tight, trying to endure this nightmare.  The fidgeting stopped as he moved his hand up. I trembled and shook, trying to shake his hand off but it steadily moved up.  “Mmmmmmpppp…Noooooo….” I whimpered as he cupped my right breast and gave it a squeeze.

I wanted to die right there. I wish they would simply kill me.  My breasts were a handful even for Rahul but in Tejpal’s freakishly large hands, they felt like two small melons. His hand switched from one breast to the other; cupping them, squeezing them and pinching my nipples.  “Ummm...hmmpfff...” I whimpered trying very hard not to moan. The moans were a mix of pain and agony. I was breathing heavily and whimpering occasionally as Tejpal expertly handled my breasts. I was utterly shocked seeing nipples had gotten erect. As much as I was resisting this mentally, my body was acting in its own way.  Tejpal continued playing with my breasts, cupping them, weighing them in his hand, squeezing them. He was paying a little too much attention to my nipples; Moving the tip of his finger on my areola a few times before pinching my engorged, turgid nipple.  Even if I hated these two for doing this to me, I hated myself even more.



I hated the fact that I was getting aroused even when I wanted to run away. I was sobbing, my eyes were closed and my head and turned sideways to avoid seeing all that was happening down there.  Amar, my husband, was the only man to ever see me naked. His hands were the only pair of hands that had touched my naked breasts. He was my husband and I let him touch my willingly. I let him take off my clothes when he made love to me. I loved him and he loved me. He owned my body and soul. But after this thug had touched and defiled my body, I couldn’t imagine facing Amar. How could I let this happen to me?  This rush of emotion had distracted me from what was happening. It took me a few moments to realise that Tejpal had stopped. I opened my eyes and look down to see his mouth hovering just above my erect nipple. I gasped in horror!  “No..Nahi…Please nahi…chhodo mujhe..” I pleaded. He stopped and looked up at me.   “Please..Please bheek mangti hoon…Please nahi….Aaaaahhhhh…” My plea was cut short with a gasp as Tejpal’s mouth engulfed my nipple.

Next

[Thangaraasu]

Very hot

[opendoor]

-25-




I groaned and thrashed wildly, desperately trying to free myself. I pulled on the tie trying to tear them. I wanted to push him off me and jump off the balcony. But I just couldn’t do anything besides cry and thrash.  I took a sharp breath and arched my back as I felt his mouth close in on my nipple. I clutched the ties tightly and bit my lower lip, desperately trying not to scream. Tejpal’s hand was now playing with my other breast, slowly rubbing my nipple between his two fingers.  My body was trembling and thrashing from the jolts of this undesired pleasure pulsing through my body. I finally dared to open my eyes and look down and the sight made me shiver.

Tejpal was hungrily sucking on my breast. His mouth was latched firmly on my nipple, pulling it with his mouth. I could feel his warm, heavy breath of my soft skin.  His turbaned head and his bearded face was blocking the view to some extent but I could make out the his thick, dry lips sucking my nipples. In the dead silence of the night I could hear the smacking and sucking noises his mouth made as he sucked on my nipple like a baby.  His hand was on my waist, squeezing my soft flesh, his nails digging in to it. His hand snaked around my back, wrapped itself around my lower back and he raised me, allowing more of my breast to sneak into his mouth.  

He sneaked his hand down to my butt and squeezed it, digging his sharp nails in to the flesh. I screamed from the pain. He squeezed and caressed my ass, feeling its softness, its curvature. His finger sneaked into the butt crack. I clenched my butt cheeks reflexively as I felt his finger probe my butt hole. He rubbed my butt hole with this thick rough finger and my body shivered.  He pulled back from my butt but his mouth was still latched on to my breast, hungrily sucking on it. His hand swiftly moved from my butt to my crotch, cupping it. I yelled and closed my legs tight but that only helped him cup my pussy tighter. My legs were tightly closed around his hands which made it difficult for him to manoeuvre.



He wiggled his hand out immediately grabbed my knee to pull my legs apart.   I held my leg together tightly, seeing this as the last chance to save my modesty. He tried to pull my knee but I persisted. He grabbed my knee and then I felt another hand on left knee. I looked to my left to see Balvinder was now sitting up and his hand was on my knee. Both men held my knee tight and pulled them apart. Despite of all the strength I could muster, they both pulled my knees apart effortlessly.  The moment my legs were spread, Tejpal’s hand reached my pussy.

He pinched my clit and rolled it in his fingers. I groaned as an unbelievable surge of pure pleasure coursed through my body. He ran his finger along the length of my pussy before he let out a chuckle.  “Itne nakhre kar rahi hai lekin iski choot bohot geeli hai.” He said.  Balvinder waiting for his turn immediately rubbed my wet cunt and nodded in agreement. I was so embarrassed that two strangers, escaped convicts were inspecting my pussy. I had been shy enough to not even let Amar do or say something like that in all these years of our marriage.  Balvinder was surprisingly gentle in his approach, rubbing my wet cunt gently, running his fingers along its length.

He pressed his finger against my clit and I drew a sharp breath. My audible reaction wasn’t unnoticed.   “Abe yeh bade ghar ki aurate sab dikhava karti hai sharafat ka…andar se sab randiya hoti hai.” Balvinder said as his finger was poised to penetrate me.  “Who baar baar naa kahenge lekin kutte kar chudwayenge bhi.” He said before pushing his finger inside my pussy.  “Hawwww….” I moaned and arched my back. I clenched my fists tightly as the jolt of raw pleasure surged through my body.  I could feel his knuckles touch my pussy; his finger completely inside me. I was panting and crying in a mix of pleasure and panic.  




“Poori zindagi inhe yeh nakhre natak sikhaye jate hai…lekin 5 minute mein saari akad bahar nikal sakte hai” He said, drawing his finger out slowly. I shuddered even as he withdrew and then braced myself for the penetration.  “Yeh ameer aurate pyaaz ki tarah hoti hai. Ek ek satah cheeloge to andar ki randi dikh jayegi.” He said as he pushed his finger back inside me, evoking the same response from me.  He ended the lecture and started fingering me, first slowly but upping the pace gradually. I pursed my lips tight, trying not to moan. I could feel his thick, rough finger probing my insides as he twisted and turned his finger expertly.  

My breasts heaved up and down with each deep and heavy breath. I had closed my eyes and my mouth, determined not to fall but as his fingering got faster, my determination got weaker.  In the quiet of the night, I could hear the squelching sound my wet pussy made as his finger smoothly slid in and out. Soon Balvinder settled in to a steady rhythm; his finger slid in and out of me with ease from all the lubrication. Tejpal was back to sucking my breasts, sucking on one while mauling the other.  


And just then, I started feeling what I was dreading all this while, an orgasm. As much as I wanted to deny it, these men were fucking me and the way they were going and the way my body was reacting, an orgasm was anything but obvious.  My body started shaking as the orgasm started manifesting. Balvinder realised it too and started fingering me faster. Tejpal was struggling to keep his mouth latched to my nipple as my boobs shook and jiggled.  “Aargghh...Aaahh…Aaahhhh…” I moaned as the orgasm drew closer and grew stronger. Balvinder didn’t stop, he wanted to draw this to the end.

He fingered me faster, keeping pace with my orgasm.  “Mmmmmmppfffhhhh…” I desperately tried to muffle a scream as I felt Balvinder’s shove another finger inside my pussy. That was the trigger!  “Aarrrrrgghhhhhhh…” I screamed as the orgasmed peaked. My back arched, my legs thrashed violently.  Balvinder was in no mood to stop, he continued fingering me even as the orgasm peaked and that added to its intensity. I was lost in this deep sea of ecstasy, something that I hadn’t experienced in my life. I had orgasms before, my husband was skilled enough but never had I cum so intensely. The feeling of intense pleasure was also accompanied by a deep sense of self-loathing.  




Balvinder slowed down and eventually stopped as he saw my body go back to rest after that wild orgasm. My chest was still heaving; my eyes were closed but the tears still rolled down my cheeks.  The rustling bedsheet made me open my eyes and I saw Balvinder’s silhouette move. I felt his hands firmly grab my knees and push them apart. The moment I saw him moving between my legs, I kicked him back but Balvinder was too fast for me. He had anticipated it and grabbed my leg. The moment he grabbed my leg, I felt Tejpal’s hand land a tight slap land on my face. The stinging hard slap killed my resistance at that very moment.  

Balvinder chuckled and placed himself between my legs. I tried desperately to free my hands so I could cover my privates but the they were tied too well. His cock hovered dangerously close to my pussy. HE pointed it downward towards my pussy and I raised my hips trying to keep it away from his tool. Balvinder pushed me down bringing me back in line with his waiting cock. I moved to the side, still trying to avert him and then he pushed me back.  I raised my hips again, trying desperately to avoid but it was inevitable. Balvinder ran out of patience; he grabbed my waist with both his hand and pushed me down.

His hands firmly pinned my hip on the bed. He inched forward and I felt his prick touch my pussy.  “Noo…Noo...Please god Nooo...” I moaned but my desperate pleas meant nothing to him. Perhaps the humanity in him was so long dead that a pleading woman couldn’t stir his soul.  I gasped loudly and raised my hip as I felt the first inch of his thick manhood slide inside me. My eyes felt liked they’d pop out and my fist clenched tightly.   Inch after inch he slid in, the slide inside was made easy because of the lubrication the orgasm had brought. But it was still painful because of the sheer thickness of his tool. I could feel the walls of my pussy stretch like they had never before.  I rotated my wrists; whether to free myself from the bound or as a reaction to the intense pulse of pleasure surging through my body was something I couldn’t decipher at that moment.

My mouth was wide open and an occasional whimper would escape from it every time he shoved an inch further inside me. I felt breathless, my heart was beating so fast I thought it would tear open my chest and burst out. My eyes were wide and I am sure were blood shot.  The pain was intense, like a knife stabbing me. It felt as if an entire fist had been shoved inside me. I couldn’t breathe; my mind was blank. Absolutely blank!  “Abe yeh dekh!” I heard Balvinder exclaim.  “Haha…Kya nazara hai!” Tejpal rejoiced.   “Poora andar gaya..kaha tha na..asli randi hai yeh.” Balvinder said.  I inhaled deeply as the invasion stopped.

I felt my senses returning again and I had heard what the men were saying to each other. I looked up and at first I couldn’t see in the pitch darkness but as my eyes got used to it, I realised what they were saying.   Balvinder was really all in! Completely in! Balls deep!  I could see the thick bush of curly pubic hair touching my mound. The prickly hair of this thick bush tickled my neatly trimmed, swollen mound.  I gasped again as he withdrew albeit slowly. I could feel his organ slid out, brushing against the soft sensitive walls of my vagina. I was trembling, my breaths were short; clearly I was panicking not just about the situation I was in but the fact that he was about to go back in. And he did.  



Holding on to the base of his penis, he slid his cock inside me in one swift but smooth stroke. I gasped loudly as the piercing feeling returned followed by that now familiar feeling of feeling completely stuffed.  “Pehli baar tukka nahi tha.” Balvinder commented and Tejpal chuckled.  “Haan yeh to poora Lund le leti hai..” Tejpal commented.  “Haan aur yeh un sasti randiyo se jyada maza de rahi hai.” Balvinder said. He slowly pulled his cock back out and slammed it back in.  “Aaahhhhhhhh…” I gasped. This was the third time he was shoving it inside me but it still made me gasp.  “Aaaah…….aaaaaahh…..aaaaaaaahhh…” I groaned every time he slammed his cock in. There was not an iota of mercy in these men. I was used to the delicate and passionate love making with my husband and not this brutish, merciless hammering which I was being subjected to.  Balvinder placed my legs on his thighs, leaned over a little and started fucking me.

gripped the ties binding my hands tightly as he picked up pace.  “Ummmm…urrmmmggphhh…” I struggled to stop myself from moaning. I couldn’t let my body betray me. I couldn’t let myself be ravaged like this. I couldn’t..simply couldn’t.   “Aarrggghh…haaaa..” I groaned as he started slamming his cock inside me faster and harder. My body betrayed me! I was being bangd! I shouldn’t have reacted this way.  “Hahahaha…dekh ise…” Tejpal laughed enjoying the sight. I shot an angry look at him but that made him laugh harder.  “Haan..yeh bhi randi hai bas ekdum tight aur sexy hai…” Balvinder said as he continued fucking me hard.   “Aaaaahh..no…Jane do mujhe!” I pleaded to Balvinder. I had already lost my modesty, I was barely holding on to my dignity and now I didn’t want to destroy my self esteem.  

A pleading, crying,  begging woman didn’t seem to have any empathetic effect on Balvinder, infact it spurred him on even more. He doubled down on fucking me and fucked faster and harder. His hips slammed into my crotch, his cock went in to the hilt inside my cunt.  “Aaahhaaaaahhaaaaa…” I screamed. Hoping someone would hear my wails and come to rescue me. But my wails sounded more of pleasure and less of pain. Even if anyone would hear it, one would obviously conclude that I was being pleasured and who would want to disturb a intense bout of sex.  Tejpal was kneeling next to me, slapping his cock on my boobs and stroking it intermittently. He kept himself busy, squeezing and playing with my tits while his friend fucked me hard. He was growing impatient, waiting for his turn to fuck me.

After all,  it was him who found me, he made the first move on me in the kitchen and now on the bed.  Balvinder seemed to sense his buddy’s impatience and suddenly stopped. He stepped aside and kneeled besides me. Tejpal's impatience was obvious when he hopped in between my legs and without a respite stuffed his cock in my cunt.  I had a brief respite for a few seconds but now I was back to being ravaged. Tejpal was thicker than Balvinder and his abrupt entry was even more painful than Balvinder's. He very impatiently and forcefully stuffed his cock inch after inch inside my till like Balvinder, he too was inside completely inside me.  He didn’t not let me breath in relief and started hammering my cunt the very next moment.  “Aaarrrgghhhh..” I groaned in agony as my pussy was stretched to its limit.

It had been so stretched since my delivery and this hurt. That did not matter to him as he fucked me as hard and fast as his buddy a couple of minutes ago.  Tejpal’s hands were pushing down my thighs, separating them, allowing him more room to slam his cock in my pussy. His heavy balls slammed against my swollen cunt evoking that vulgar and loud slapping sound.  Just like Balvinder, Tejpal fucked me relentlessly, non stop. The men had incredibly stamina and staying power. They didn’t slow down, take a break like my husband did. They just kept fucking me at the same pace minute after minute.  I was so disoriented from the relentless intercourse,  I didn’t realise Balvinder wasn’t kneeling next to me. He wasn’t even on the bed. I looked around and saw him on the couch near the window, sitting completely naked, smoking his bidi and watching his buddy fuck me.  

I watched in utter disbelief at Balvinder, then at Tejpal and then at his cock going in and out of my pussy. What had my life come to. My ideal life was shattered, my fidelity, my honor everything in tatters. My husband, my child, my family, everything now seemed completely destroyed.   As much as I hated to admit it, I knew another orgasm was on it’s way. I could feel the orgasmic storm brewing inside me. My moans got louder and that made him fuck me faster, quickening the impending orgasm.  “Aaarrgghh…aaaah….ummppfffhhh..” I groaned as my body thrashed wildly from the orgasm. Tejpal didn’t stop and kept pummelling me making me shudder and moan even more.  



Thankfully Tejpal stopped and I gasped, trying to breath in as much air as I could. My body still shivered from the mind numbing orgasm. I was dizzy and a bit disoriented, the darkness adding to it.  I lay there, catching my breath hoping this nightmare was over but I was wrong. I saw Balvinder take a drag of his bidi and stand up.   He shuffled on to the bed and reached for my leg. He reached out for the tie that bound my leg and began untying it. The bidi was still on his lip as he calmly untied my leg. He then quietly went over to the other leg and untied that too.  What was happening? What was he planning to do? Was it over? All these questions hovered in my confusing mind and soon enough they were answered.

Far from being done, Balvinder positioned him between my legs just like he had previously.  “Aah…” I moaned as his cock pierced my pussy yet again. This time however, he raised my legs and placed them on his shoulder and leaned over on my chest allowing his cock to slide deeper inside me.   He started moving his hips gathering pace with each stroke. My knees were almost touching my breasts and my ass was raised up allowing Balvinder to go deeper inside me. I never knew my body could contort to such a degree before this. It hurt at first as my spine was   pulled on but the pain became bearable a while later.   He pushed his cock completely inside and gyrated his hips. I moaned as his thick cock rubbed against my insides.

A few seconds of that and he was back to fucking me deep. With my legs on his shoulder and my vagina pointing up, Balvinder was pushing his hips down against my crotch. In that position, he could push his cock all the way inside.   He started slamming his hips into my crotch faster and harder. His balls slapped against my cunt and that same. His hands were gripping my breasts tightly as he fucked me hard.  “Uhh….uhhh..ummpp" I whimpered everytime he slammed his hips into mine.  The windows of the bedroom were closed, the curtains were drawn, the fan hummed monotonously and I was lying on my back, on the bed I shared with my husband, being fucked by a criminal . The room was filled with stench of stale cigarette smoke and sex. Sounds of my moans, his grunts and his genitals slapping into mine filled the room.  Balvinder pushed my legs down his shoulders and unknowingly I locked them behind his back. His one hand sneaked under me and grabbed my supple butt while the other went across and under my back. After adjusting himself, Balvinder started fucking me faster. My hands were still bound in the silk ties and I was quite surprised at their strength; they hadn’t broken even after being pulled so hard.  As Balvinder fucked me faster and harder, the large , sturdy wooden bed started creaking adding to the sexual commotion in the room.



My moans grew louder as another orgasm approached.   My wrists which were tightly bound by a couple of ties were aching. The twist and turned my wrist from the intense pain and pleasure I was being subjected to. I could hear the ties tear inch by inch and it was just a matter of time before the broke apart. The ties in a way represented my will to resist and my sense of modesty. Even under tremendous stress they had resisted as long as they could just like I had but with each passing second their strength waned and they will to resist gave way.  I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he nuzzled it. His grunts rang in my ears as he thruster inside me as fast and hard as he could. My moans grew louder and I could feel the orgasm approaching getting stronger with each thrust and stroke and I could sense it was going to be the biggest.  

With a very loud snap, the ties finally broke as I orgasmed hard and instinctively I wrapped my arms around Balvinder as he banged me. My legs were locked behind his bang and my arms behind his neck. I was far beyond resisting and my reaction surprised Balvinder and he looked up at me without stopping. I closed my eyes and looked away. That was my only resistance and that’s all I could do at that moment.  My docile, submissive and a somewhat proactive reaction triggered Balvinder and with a loud groan he started ejaculating inside me. Even in the delirious state I was in, I panicked.  “No..noo..no….Jane do mujhe!!!!…” I screamed and tried to push him off me.  “Aarrggh..aarrgh….” Balvinder groaned.



He had thrown his head back and closed his eyed. My slaps and pushes didn’t bother him at all as his orgasm peaked.  “Aarrrghhh…” Tejpal groaned loudly. In all this chaos I hadn’t noticed he was kneeling right next to me. I looked at him and saw him stroking his erect cock furiously. His tool was pointing straight at my face. His groan and his facial expression made it amply clear what was about to happen.  “Nooo..no..please..humppfff.” I pleaded but before I could do anything I felt a thick jet of semen hit my face, right on my cheek. Such a thing had never happened to me and I opened my mouth in shock and a second later realised how big a mistake it was as another thick spurt of his semen went straight into my mouth.  

“yaaaarrkk..” I gagged as it hit my throat. It was a feeling of absolute disgust I had never felt before.   Balvinder and Tejpal’s orgasm seemed never ending as they kept spurting inside and on me. I could do nothing more than take it silently as Balvinder pinned me down.  It seemed like an eternity but they eventually stopped. Balvinder rolled over me and laid down to my left and Tejpal collapsed to my right.  When I realised its finally over, my body started trembling and shivering from the fear and realization of what had just happened. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I soon broke down crying.

Instinctively I turned on to my side in a foetal position and kept sobbing.   I didn’t realise when these two scum nags fell asleep on my bed but I was beyond sanity. My mind was filled with thoughts of my husband, my marriage, my child. The constant thoughts of What had happened tonight and its consequences numbed my mind. I was mentally and physically exhausted and didn’t realise when I fell asleep next to two ex convicts.

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-26-



I woke up when the Rays of the late morning sun pierced through curtains. A few seconds after I opened my eyes, my body registered the pain in my groin. I touched my vagina before a pulse of pain surged through my body.   I looked down and noticed it was still sore from last night. The nightmare was real! My pussy was sore and ached, my face was aching from the barrage of slaps I received throughout last night from your dad Amar and his friend Sameer. The torn remains of the neckties we're still wrapped tightly around my wrist and under those I could see visible red bruises on my wrists from all the wringing and twisting that happened last night.   I gingerly touched my swollen cheek and felt the remnants of dried tears. And with that the entire night came to me in flashes. I closed my eyes in horror as I relived those terrifying hours.   The monotonous, slow hum of the ceiling fan; my moans and screams, their animalistic grunts, the loud slaps and the squishing sounds of their cocks ploughed my wet pussy.

I could still feel Balvinder's breath against my ear as he fucked me with ruthless abandon. I cringed as I recalled how my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and my legs around his waist.   Tears flowed down my eyes and a few seconds later I started crying inconsolably. The thoughts of my husband, my marriage, my child, my family all came gushing into my mind. My honour was desecrated, my body defiled and my conscience so badly mangled that I thought it was beyond recovery.   I stayed in bed, bawling from all those dreadful thoughts and memories. The men, I thought had left and I was all alone to cry my time out before my husband returned. But I was wrong.  I heard footsteps coming towards the room and I froze. They were still here! The nightmare wasn't over yet!  Tejpal walked in, still dressed in his jail clothes. I hastily grabbed the bedsheet and covered my nakedness. Seeing me do that he chuckled.  "Ab kya sharma rahi hai..sab kuch to dekh liya humne." He said referring to my futile efforts to hide my naked body.



I just kept my head down as tears trickled down my cheeks.  "Balvinder ne neeche bulaya hai." He ordered.  His authoritarian tone outraged me. First they banged me and now they're pushing me around!  "Fuck you. And Fuck him." I yelled at him.   He appeared startled at first. I was sure no woman had ever yelled at him like that but he recovered immediately but didn’t react. I shot him a sharp look of disgust but that didn't affect him.  "Chal neeche aa..bohot bhuk lagi hai humko." He said.  "Nahi aungi. Tumne mera bang kiya aur ab mujhe khana banane keh rahe ho.. bhaad mein jao." I yelled back at him. It was truly outrageous of them to expect me to cook for them after banging me.  "Humne kahan bang kiya tera." He replied. I simply couldn't believe what he said.  "Tujhe to bada maza aya kal raat…ise bang nahi kehte.."   "Go fuck yourself." I screamed at him.  "Dekh kutiya..jyada angrezi na jhaad.. chup chap apni gand bistar se utha aur niche chal varna…" He said as he raised his shirt off his waist just enough to show me the gun tucked inside his pants.  



That was enough to shut me up. I resigned yet again to my situation and started looking for my clothes.   "Uski koi jaroorat nahi hai." He said.  I looked at him, pleading with my eyes but nothing changed. I sighed and let go off the bedsheet. It slid down my body slowly and my breasts were out in the open for his eyes to feast on.  I slid off the bed and stood next to him, waiting to follow him downstairs. He pushed me ahead and told me to walk and he followed me. As we walked out of the room I could sense his eyes were on my naked butt.  As we started walking down the stairs, I felt his hand grab my ass and give it a light squeeze. I shivered at this unwanted touch but said nothing in reply. The very next moment I felt a slap on my ass. I yelled and was about to trip and fall down but he deftly grabbed me stopping my fall.  We made our way downstairs and he then took me to the kitchen. Balvinder was sitting at the dining table as if waiting for a meal. Seeing me in that state, his eyes lit up. His gaze locked on to my boobs. In the darkness of the night he must not have been able to see them as clearly as he did right now.   Saying that I was uncomfortable with my nakedness would be a gross understatement  I felt like killing myself at that moment. It felt disgusting and gut wrenching to know that these two monsters were staring at my naked body.  "Good morning madam." Balvinder said and smiled lecherously.

His gaping teeth with tobacco stains were sickening to say the least.  "Ab humne teri hawas ki bhook mitai hai to kya hame kuch khane ko milega?" Balvinder said sarcastically and they bother chuckled. I took a deep breath knowing well that I had no choice but to comply.   "Kya main please kuch pehen sakti hoon?" I made a request to wear clothes.  "Na ji…aap to aise hi thik ho" He retorted immediately, denying my plea to cover myself.  "Aise haal mein to tere jaise izzatdar aur khandani aurat bhagne ki koshish nai karegi. Agar ghar ko aag bhi lag gayi to tu pehle kapde dhundegi." Balvinder said.  They deliberately wanted me to stay naked to prevent my escape. He clearly spelled out his plan.  I sighed and walked to the fridge. I opened it and inadvertently bent down to find something to eat. It was completely unintentional since I had never been inside the kitchen naked but the moment I bent down, I heard Tejpal gasp and Balvinder exclaim "Oye hoi.."  Startled and embarrassed, I immediately stood up and turned around.

The men laughed so loudly that the sound reverberated across the house. I on the other hand bit my lip tight and bowed my head down in utter shame.  I kneeled down, this time conscious of my rear end, not that I was able to hide a lot. I fetched the same packet of eggs and bread.   “Aye chinaal…ye kya ande aur bread bar bar..aur kuch ata nahu kya banane.?” Balvinder thundered sounding annoyed at me trying to cook the same meal I had given them last night.   I quietly turned around to face him with my head down. Tears started rolling down my cheeks yet again. I had never been talked to like this let alone being called a whore.  “Paaji…Parathe kaise rahenge nashte mein?” Balvinder asked Tejpal triumphantly.  “Aaah…mooh ki baat cheenli bhai tune.” Tejpal replied.  “Kya..main tum logo ki bawarchi nahi hoon.” I interjected,  trying to defy them. They ignored me and continued their conversation.   “Yaad hai woh patharganj ke parathe?" Balvinder recalled.  “Hmmmm…unka swaad to aaj bhi jubaan par hai ” Tejpal replied, caressing his stomach    “Haan..bura hua…poore khandaan ko maarna pada.” Balvinder said looking at me.  “Haan agar woh chup chaap apni baat sunte to aaj zinda hote.” Tejpal also looked at me as he said that.  

That whole conversation sent a shiver down my spine. Were they serious? Or were these just mind games to compel me to obey them. Who would take the chance to guess. They were carrying a gun and the news said they were in jail on murder charges.  I sighed, resigned to my condition, I quietly went about fetching the ingredients for making parathas. Usually it took me not more than two minutes to gather everything I wanted to cook but now that I was completely naked in presence of two criminals, I was extra conscious. It isnt easy to pick something up when you’re trying to hide your modesty with one arm and trying to work with other. Every time I had to bend down to fetch something,  I’d cover my ass and vagina with one hand and whenever I stood up, I would cover my breasts with one hand.  I quickly fetched the apron and wore it. It gave me a perfect excuse to hide my breasts.

The kitchen counter covered my crotch anyway. With a sense of momentary relief, I got to work. The potatoes were in the pressure cooker and I was kneading the dough for the parathas.   I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck was happening? If it were my family, I would’ve been happily cooking but why the hell was I cooking for these scoundrels? I need to escape.. I need to get out of here.  As I was lost in my thoughts, kneading the dough absentmindedly, I didn’t realise when that prick Tejpal walked up behind me. My chain of thoughts was broken when I felt Tejpal’s hand on my butt. I gasped and my body stiffened. I stopped kneading the dough as I felt his large hand completely cover my left butt cheek.  I looked at Balvinder who didn’t seem to notice. His head was buried in the newspaper that he might have fetched in the morning from the door.  “Ruk kyu gayi?” Tejpal growled and he brought his face right next to.my ear.

I shivered and reluctantly started kneading the dough. As my hands moved,  so did Tejpal’s mimicking mine. I was kneading the dough and he was kneading my butt.  He stood right behind me, his crotch touching my butt. I could feel his erection brushing against my ass. My body visibly trembled as his hands slowly moved him my butt to my waist and squeezed it. I bit my lip as I tried to stop a squeal. His hands then slowly travelled up my waist, slowly snuck under my arms, under the apron and cupped my breasts.   My natural instinct was to slam my elbow into his stomach but by now I was wise to know what would follow so I simply stood there as he molested me.  His fingers quickly found my nipples and started tweaking them as he palmed by breasts. To my own disgust and shame, my body reacted to this and my nipples stood erect.   My nipples were indeed the most sensitive part of my body; smallest of stimuli could make them rock hard.



A gust of cold wind, rubbing of fabric had them pop up. It was obvious they would pop up if a pair of hands was fondling and playing with them.  His fingers were working on my nipples. He would tweak them, pinch them, roll then between his fingers and lightly twist them. As much I tried not to react,  I couldn’t help but squirm. I bit my lip hard trying to stop   If fondling my tits wasn’t enough,  he now started grinding his crotch in my ass. I squirmed but to no avail, it only made him do it more. I could feel the massive size of his tool even from the baggy clothes of this prison trousers. The rough fabric and his thick erection rubbed against my exposed vagina. It was obvious my body would respond even if I didn’t want it to.   His up and down movements started having an effect on me. My already wet pussy started leaking,  I could feel my juices ooze as he kept dry humping me. Even has his crotch worked on me, his hands hadn’t stopped working on my breasts; infact, his hands were now mauling my breasts.

“uurrrmmmmphh...ummrrrphh" I grunted as I felt an orgasm approaching. I had pursed my lips tight , trying hard not to moan but I could help but grunt and groan.   It was as if Balvinder was deaf. He hadn’t moved an inch inspite of me grunting and groaning a couple of feet away from him. His head was still buried in the news paper.   I gripped the edge of the counter tight as the orgasm came closer and closer. I had stopped kneading the dough long ago and was trying hard not to cum. My other hand was still in the dough tray. But the way things were going, I knew I was going to fail.  “Urrmmm..urrmmmm…urrrmmppfff…” I groaned as I came and came hard.

My legs felt weak and gave way and I collapsed in the counter. My breathing was heavy and I felt light headed.  “Ab bas karoge?” Balvinder asked. I looked at him. His face didn’t bear any expression but his voice gave away his irritation. Tejpal stepped back and I gulped fearing that Balvinder would take his place. I was already trembling from a mixture of fear and arousal. But to my surprise and relief  Balvinder didn’t leave his place.  “Ab uske bable dabne se dil bhar gaya ho to kya ab pet bhare?” Balvinder ordered and got back to reading the news paper.

Tejpal quietly fetched a bottle from the liquor cabinet and both of them sat down to drink in the morning. They used no water..no ice..no soda..they straight up poured themselves drink after drink and gulped it down.   All the while as they drank, they watched me cook them breakfast. My naked body was their form of entertainment. As I moved around, my bare, full breasts jiggled. I was aware of their lecherous stares but couldn't do much about it.   As they kept staring at me, I also realized that they were rubbing their raging erections under their pants. It was embarrassing to see two full grown men staring at me so openly. It's not like I haven't been stared at before but this time I was fully naked, in my own house.  These two escaped convicts, these two rapists and murders, men who were way below my class, bloody fucking unwashed, uncouth bastards were in my house, leering at my naked body and I couldn’t do shit about it. It was infuriating, humiliating, shameful, disgusting and all the other adjectives I could think of. 



I walked up to them and threw the breakfast plates in the table. My anger had manifested and I instantly realized the consequences of that defiance. I expected to get a tight slap the very next instant but surprisingly,  the men had their eyes on the food.  I watched in shock as those two animals hogging in the food. I sat in one corner of the kitchen covering my breasts and clamping my legs shut, watching them eat and drink to their heart's content.  In a matter of minutes, the food in their plate was gone and the bottle was almost empty. And now I dreaded their attention was going to be on me again.   "Le..tu bhi pee..." Balvinder said pouring the scotch in the glass. I shook my head and cringed.   He got up and walked towards me. He 8kneeled in front of me and forced the drink into my hand.  "Chal pee chup chap."  "No please..."  He grabbed my face and forced my mouth open and then poured the liquor into my mouth. I tried to spit it out but he clamped his mouth to mine. I struggled and in that struggle the liquor flowed down my mouth.  

He broke the kiss and I started coughing uncontrollably. He looked back at Tejpal and sniggered. I could feel the warm, bitter scotch burn my throat as it made its way down to my stomach.  Before I could recover from the bout of coughing, he was back in front of me with another drink, this one larger than the last.  "Peeley." He said sternly.  “Nahi..door hato mujhse!.” A second later a slap hit my face.  “Yeh tere nakhre ke liye tha. Main jo bolta hoon who kar ” Balvinder said as his hand tightly gripped the hair behind my head.  "Ok..par please maro mat.." I replied meekly.  He thrust the glass into my hand and watched me. I reluctantly brought the glass to my mouth and as soon as it touched my lip, he held the glass the topped it over, thrusting the liquor down my throat and another bout of coughing began.  Watching my incessant coughing, the men laughed as if they were deriving sadistic pleasure out of misery.

A couple of minutes later I recovered.  Balvinder threw the glass away and then thrust the bottle in my face. I pushed him away and felt a hard slap the very next second. But before I could collapse to the ground, he grabbed my hair tight and pulled me back and thrust the open bottle into my mouth.  The bitter whiskey gushed into my mouth and as much as I tried, I couldn't help but swallow it. The whiskey filled my mouth and I gulped down more and more. After several gulps, I coughed and finally managed to push him away. This time he relented.  I collapsed to the ground, coughing and trying to catch my breath. The throat burned and the bitter after taste made me feel pukish.   With groggy eyes I saw Balvinder walk back to his partner.  "Ise chadh gayi hai. Ab yeh bhagegi nahi aur chup bhi rahegi" He told Balvinder.  "Aur kitni der yahan rahe?" Tejpal asked him.  " Abhi bahar jane mein khatra hai. Yahan hamare paas khali ghar hai..khana hai..sharaab hai..aur aurat bhi hai..kuch der aaram karte hai yahan."Balvinder replied.  

Even in that dazed state, I registered his words. The nightmare would continue. What the hell was I supposed to do...    He grabbed my arm and pushed me ahead. I winced as his rough hand tightly gripped my arm. All three of us walked upstairs. My heart which was already beating fast, now sky rocketed as I anticipated being banged again in my bed. 



“Main nahana chahta hoon. Is jail ki vardi ko badboo aa rahi hai.” Balvinder declared before deftly removing his t shirt as soon as we entered the bedroom. I gasped the moment I saw his shirtless torso. Under that loose baggy jail shirt, Balvinder hid a very ripped body.  He wasn’t built like a body builder but more like an athlete. Broad, well defined shoulders gave way to a muscular chest with sparse hair; a pair of dark nipples crowned his pecks. He had a pair of lean but chiselled arms which gave way to a pair of thick, veiny forearms. He had a washboard abdomen with two pairs of abs clearly showing.  But there was something more that was striking about his body. On his chest and stomach were marks which looked like healed wounds. They looked like deep cuts which had healed over time but the stich marks remained. There were at least 4 of them I noticed; one on the chest, near his right shoulder; two more on his abdomen and one near the kidney.

This man had a rough life!  Captivated, I watched him as he stood in front of the mirror and examined himself. He ran his hands over the wounds before sliding them down in to his pants and pulling them down in one stoke.  I shrieked, not having expected him to undress in front of me or rather us. My shriek did startle him but a moment later he was standing there like nothing happened. He looked at me and stepped up near the bed.  I averted my eyes and as much as I tried not to look at it, I could clearly see it from the corner of my eye. His cock hung loose and free from his body. The foreskin was missing like any '. man’s cock. A thick bush of curly black hair covered the base of his cock. Even when flaccid, it was impressive in length.

The shaft was a shade darker than the rest of his body and the head was a light shade of pink; it looked soft and flaccid.  I didn’t realise when I turned back to look at him in all his naked glory but I cringed in realisation when I was caught. The men looked at me realising that I was checking Balvinder’s naked body. To save at least some embarrassment, I averted my eyes again.  Balvinder smiled and without uttering a word, walked to the bathroom. He opened the door and walked inside. The bed in the bedroom was placed against the northern wall and the closet was right opposite to it. Next to the closet was the bathroom door. The bathroom was rectangular and one could see right across along its length without any obstruction.  Balvinder stood under the shower and turned it on.

He sighed loudly as warm water from the shower fell on his body. He was facing away from me and his taut round buttocks were in clear view. His back too had a wounds on them, signs of being beaten severely. But his back, like the rest of his body was toned. His waist was slim which gave way to a surprisingly firm butt. It seemed there wasn’t an inch of fat on his body. It was perhaps the hard life in prison that made him like that. I had read and heard about the appalling Conditions in Indian jails including the food.  I watched mesmerised as stream of hot water flowed down his naked body. His hands ran along his body, rubbing and cleaning it. I didn’t realise it when Tejpal stood next to me but when I did, I saw him in a similar state as Balvinder.   I gasped at seeing the large man standing naked next to me. Unlike Balvinder, Tejpal was a hairy beast, resembling a bear. His body was built like a desi wrestler with everything large in proportion. Freakishly large shoulders gave way to unbelievably muscular chest. Even though his stomach was large, the rest of his muscular body made up for it. Unlike Balvinder,   Tejpal didn’t seemed to have missed a meal in his life, infact he had more than he should have.  

Tejpal was stark naked, holding the pistol in his hand. But I wasn’t worried as much about the pistol than his cock pointing in my direction. I wasn’t stealing glances like I did with Balvinder, I out rightly stared at the cock was so brazenly staring back at me.  My throat ran dry seeing the sheer size of his tool. It was as thick as my wrist and a good few inches longer than my husband. It was completely erect with thick blue veins jutting out and running all along its length.   The hair on his stomach and lower abdomen joined the thick bush of black pubic hair which sprouted at the base of his cock and balls. The balls themselves were a marvel; large and proportionate to the organ and the man that they were attached to.  Tejpal grabbed my hand and pushed me inside the bathroom. As soon as I entered the bathroom, Balvinder turned around and Tejpal now stood right behind me. My body shivered as I was nearly sandwiched between these beasts. I was like a helpless deer preyed upon by hungry hyenas.  

I felt Tejpal’s hands on back of my neck before it slowly went down my back before he squeezed my butt tightly with his large, rough hand.  My body shuddered and stiffened as I felt his hand on me. I closed my eyes as goose bumps rose on my skin.  My one hand was covering my crotch, the other my breasts. I bent down trying to hid my body from the two men. Taking advantage of my position, Tejpal slapped my butt hard, hard enough to evoke a scream. My body abruptly straightened and the sheer force of the slap propelled me into Balvinder’s arms.  Balvinder embraced me in a tight hug. I could feel his erect cock poking against my abdomen. I looked up at him. He smiled wide, his tobacco stained teeth clearly visible. With his hands still around me, I pushed back, trying to free myself desperately but to no avail.

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