A Banana Muffin Saga

[Aavesh9]

Share your thoughts please...if you could...otherwise it's okay too...

I read it just before posting...if you find any grammatical errors, please ping me thru message, and I shall do the edits...

But, have to admit one thing...even if it's a massive post, I loved reading it...like seriously felt it happening in front of my eyes...that sort of feel.

Anyway, please have a great weekend, enjoy your time here, have fun...and share your views or comments if you could!

[Nobita]

Very nice update

[masti.bhai]

Really hot shit
 Lost count oc how many times I manhandled my dick.

Eagtesiying for more

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Very nice update

Absolute, I was thrilled when I read it before posting.

[Aavesh9]

Really hot shit
 Lost count oc how many times I manhandled my dick.

Eagtesiying for more

True that!
Give me a bit of breathing space...won't disappoint!

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Hope everyone doing well!

[xossissippi]

These are some of the most tantalizing images I've ever seen. Adds so much depth to the imagination! Absolute fire sir

[Aavesh9]

These are some of the most tantalizing images I've ever seen. Adds so much depth to the imagination! Absolute fire sir

Of course Sir! 
More on our way. Trying to post pics that are related to the posted Chapters.

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Everyone who is enjoying this story, I shall post the next one tomorrow at best...for now, placing a bit more of Tanvi.

If anyone with inclination to show how Tanvi would look in your eyes, please feel at ease to place your version of Tanvi's image(s) here.

Take care, all of you.

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Chapter-63:

 

Tanvi felt better...much better than her worst emotions after talking with Sylvie. She felt a lot less clouded than prior to her call with her friend. However, the reality of the mess she faced still lingered. Her brain started to group better on deciding how to handle Khurram. She walked into her wardrobe and took out the last package from Upendra's shop.

An audible gasp came out of her chest along with the contents of the small package. 
 
It was clearly evident on why Khurram forcefully ordered her to wear it.

It wasn't a gym wear that was on her hands. It was a set of vulgar lingerie that she ever laid her eyes onto. A black set of bra and a thong that were made of strings, with neck-tie. Worst was both top and bottom had open slits...right where nipples stood and exactly at crotch...a pair of innerwear that no sane woman would even consider as clothes...yet...

A sharp pain shot from  her groin with every second she stood in her bedroom holding that sleazy pair "Gym-Wear"!

Khurram's intentions were clear to her. He wanted her at his mercy, at the gym, to do anything that he wished to do to her. The more she thought of it, the more she became angry and sad. She wished that she never allowed herself to fall into her lustful cravings, as all her wrongdoings finally ended up with her falling right into the wretched old man's trap. Tanvi failed to find any sort of solution to her predicament but, after her call with Sylvie, she felt a ray of hope. There would be something she could try to fix this. Finally, once she was ready to meet her fate, she called her maid Sharda and told her to be at home and watch her kids till she finished her gym. 
 
Sharda, in her subdued mode, no matter how bad she wanted to get her Madam to agree on visiting the Basti, remained at Tanvi's home with hopes of plausible outcomes...if her Madam agrees... 

Tanvi walked towards the gym with brisk steps...with a heart that was beating out of her chest with every step she took forward. 
 
The moment of her final denouncement was reaching it's destination...
 
She felt the merciless intensity of the most primitive heat starting to burn her soul...
 
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Continue here...
 
 

Tanvi walked to the gym with a myriad of confusing thoughts. As she reached closer, she felt her skin feeling far too tight for her body, with her mind a chaotic storm of conflicting desires. She found herself drawn to that same window slit...the very same narrow, voyeuristic aperture where she stood breathless just a week ago, and witnessed Sanjoth and Safiya losing themselves in their carnal heat. A wave of suffocating shame crashed over her when she saw those depraved images playing right in front of her eyes. A familiar voice in the back of her mind screamed, branding her as pathetic, labelling her to be lower than any woman on earth for even using her husband's betrayal to her leverage to be there and meet Khurram. But that cold, moralistic logic was nothing compared to the traitorous, unholy fire that pooled between her thighs.
 
It felt as if the air in the gym was still thick with the ghost of her husband and Safiya's sweat with the musk of their union that she could almost inhale, like they had just vacated the room specifically so that Khurram and she could claim it for their own ignominious debauchery.
With every second Tanvi spent in that confined space of the gym, her crotch throbbed with a heavy, wet heat that made a mockery of her guilt. 
 
Every minute she took to decide on backing out or staying caused the fabric of her panty to rub against her swollen, aching clitoris, sending jolts of raw, electric lust straight to the start of her spinal line. The pathetic state of her situation was undeniably present in the air, yet it only seemed to stoke the flames of arousal in her. With a low moan, Tanvi realized that she was a slave to this craving, and felt her body weeping with a desperate, slick need for Khurram to fill the void that Sanjoth’s betrayal had carved into her...the question of morality was comfortably unavailable during those moments. 
Another whimper left her when the thought of being used, of being taken right here in the shadows where her husband and Safiyaji left for her and Khurram, made her breath hitch and her knees go weak with a terrifyingly explicit hunger. She winced with suffocation...
 
When she couldn't locate the dirty old man inside, a heave of relief came out of her chest. It was comforting as well as disappointing...then, once again her eyes pried around to find no one. With that commiserating thought, she went and locked the main door of the gym. "He cannot enter now", she made a mental note.

"A win, maybe? Minor one, at least?", a ray of light passed by but, the next moment, all the gathered courage left her in a whiff.

Khurram walked into the Gym from the Sauna door. He was inside the Gym all this while. Waiting for her to arrive.

Tanvi’s gaze dropped, unable to take a direct look at him. Her face was flushed with a heavy, shameful expression that she couldn't master. Yet, through a side-glance, she saw the giant old man had already stripped, standing half-naked in his tight, black spandex briefs. The sight of his groin, obscenely bulged and straining against the fabric, sent a jolt of raw panic from her feet to head and that electric bolt  followed immediately by a treacherous, magnetic pull toward that massive appendage that hung down between his legs with an unwritten invitation to surrender herself.

As she stood deliberating to herself, she felt her knees buckling, her legs trembling as a slick, unholy heat flooded between her thighs. She fought to suppress her body's primal response, desperately trying to steady herself. “Don’t be a fool, Tanvi,” a sharp voice hissed in her mind. That sudden internal rebuke gave her the fleeting strength to regain her composure, allowing her to finally lift her head and meet his predatory gaze.

"Okay, let's start...", Khurram clapped his hands casually, and updated in a matter of fact tone that paused her reaction..."with the treadmill", he completed his statement.

Tanvi sighed audibly, with a sudden relief and walked towards the treadmill.

"You forgot something, Tanvi?"

"Uh-no", she couldn't figure out what he asked.

"I mean, your workout clothes", he updated.

"Oh", then she remembered. He was there with a purpose. With additional dread, she pulled off her grey pants and removed them from her feet. Then with slow, trembling hands, she removed her pullover through her head that made her feel too naked, but she fought on. "I need to be strong", she heard her voice.

"Well, well...this is NOT what I asked you to wear, was it?", his voice echoed inside the small Gym and made her jolt.

"Uhmm...that one...that one...I cannot wear it, Khurramji"

"And, may I know, why not?"

"It's...it's too much. I...I couldn't", she replied with a meek voice. The confidence she held when she entered the Gym suddenly disappeared from her.

"Well, if that's the case, then you deserve a punishment, don't you?", his brown lips curled into a weirdly menacing twist, making her shudder. 

Though she felt fearful, the way that the old man asked his question triggered an immediate anger in her. "No, Khurramji, I will not wear it. What happened earlier between us was a mistake. I will not let it happen again. Even if you try to pull that photo, I will not do it", she replied by gathering a bit of lost strength in her voice, but still failed to look at his eyes.

"Oh right. That photo. Look, Tanvi, I am not going to use that silly thing to make you do anything that you don't want to. So, let's start the workout. We can have this discussion afterwards", he dismissed the conversation as if it was nothing important. 

But she knew. Tanvi knew he held something else in his mind. It was evident. At that very moment, when she felt a bit safe, she turned away and climbed on the treadmill and started walking at a slower pace.

Khurram’s pulse hammered with a raw, surprised shock. He hadn't expected his latest paramour to actually show up, let alone arrive dressed in a way that screamed for a hard, ruthless fuck. Her newfound confidence was a surprise, but the skimpy, body-hugging gear she wore was a blatant invitation - a signal of her dirty, semi-willingness to be used. His cock throbbed against his spandex, stone-hard and demanding, as he decided to execute his plan with a few carnal adjustments. He knew that if he didn't claim this hot, young mother right now, he’d waste the perfect opening he’d spent weeks engineering all of it till that moment. He wasn't about to let his prize walk away; he was going to devour his prey while the heat between her legs was still begging for it.

Inside her pullover and pants, Tanvi had worn the yellow gym wear. It was the one with see-through bra with two small covers over her nipples and a sort of skin-short reaching her upper thighs with a rectangular cover over her pussy. The rest was a vision of erotic divinity. 

Due to her Japanese heritage, Tanvi’s skin possessed a distinct, golden flow than any Indian female held, her skin was smoother, pale, and luminous as melted butter, she radiated a porcelain-like warmth that begged to be licked. Her frame defied Indian proportions; she was statuesque, with a slender but toned build, and despite delivering two children, she carried a thin waist devoid of any fat, all of it credit to her athletic upbringing. The crowning glory of her physique was her beautifully fair face, and her overall taut-looking silhouette, anchored by a magnificent, round and upturned ass that stood proud and defiant towards Khurram as if her buttocks challenged him for a duel.

Her supple, full-sized glutes thrusted out like a primal invitation to be groped and kneaded, acting as her body's erotic epicentre. Below those heavy, swaying cheeks, her flawless thighs revealed a provocative gap that made her "long-private-slit" of flesh that could ignite a dead man, leading down to her athletic, muscular calves. Khurram stood behind her, mesmerized by her swaying ass-cheeks, making no effort to conceal his massive, pulsing erection throbbing from his groin with a promise to conquer her refined, foreign beauty.
Tanvi was fully aware of the heat coming from behind her. She knew Khurram was about to do something, but when it didn't happen, she was a bit surprised as well. 

"You need to start the cycle machine, Tanvi. Walking is enough", Khurram grunted.

Tanvi was visibly shocked for a second when his words fell into her ears. She knew very well why he was asking her to start on the cycling machine. Yet, being aware of her situation, she knew she had to do it. Slowly, with pensive steps, she sat on the cycling seat and kept her feet on the pedals and initiated rowing. She moved her hips up from the seat and took the usual standing stance as was taught by Khurram and Safiya. While doing so, her head leaned forward towards the handle bar and it made her breasts dangle down, though held by the bra, she felt the weight of her breasts becoming heavier when she took that stance. 
 
A while later, when Tanvi was fully engaged in her cycling, she felt a presence behind her and opened her eyes to stare straight onto the wall sized mirror and a gasp left her chest. Khurram was standing behind her, and the heat came to hit her because there wasn't much gap between her ass and his torso. Before shutting her eyes to avoid further confrontation she sensed an increase of shame as she was wet...not only with sweat, but her body responded to his looming semi-naked presence without her knowledge. Through the gap of her legs, she saw her wet groin, the yellow apparel was soaked and her thick pubic hair was visible through the sides a bit. Shame sparked yet another itch in her pussy and her feet pushed the cycle pedals faster to add more friction to the very same shameless orifice, making it go wetter than it already was.

Khurram kept his lips tight and controlled from making any sudden actions that would scare the married young woman. From behind, he saw her bottom being soaked, even till the end of the skin-short on her thighs. He clearly saw how much her pussy was secreting. Her black pussy hair was fully visible through the sides of the thin skin-shorts. For a moment, he thought how it would look if she wore the lingerie pieces that he asked her to wear. 

He knew it was time to make the 'move'. Khurram slowly removed his boxers and made himself naked, freeing his hard cock that stood erect like a missile and once he reached to stand close to her back, Khurram pulled the cycle seat away and pulled in behind her, closing the gap between them. His engorged shaft stood with all it's majestic glory, and it flexed less than an inch away from her ass.

Tanvi wasn't aware of the seat getting removed because her eyes were clamped shut. When she relaxed a bit to sit on it, instead of the soft seat she expected, there was something else that her soaked pussy hit onto. Her eyes popped open, and looked between her thigh-gaps.

"What are you doing Khurramji!!!", she was mortified and, stopped in mid-air and stretched her upper body while turning behind to face the wretched old man.

"What? I am doing nothing, you know the drill. Continue your exercise, Tanvi", his reply was blunt as if nothing happened.

"But...but, why are you naked? And why are you here?? Like this???", she darted a look down to where it seemed he was about to force his entry into her.

"You've seen this before, Tanvi. You already know how Begum and I used to do this kind of cycling. It's the same like that. I am just standing behind you, and doing nothing"

"Oh-God...please, Khurramji, this is not at all right, I mean...what if someone walks in here and sees us like this? please wear your shorts...please", her tone changed into pleading. Yet, the heat from the old man's penis hitting her pussy outside felt resonating it's own weight right into her quavering hole which, in turn produced more liquid inside her and seeped through the thin protection she wore.

"Tanvi, I am not going anywhere. And, look, I still haven't decided on your punishment for not listening to me. So, do what I said", he remained where he stood with his cock jolting mildly from the close proximity of her womanhood.

With the fright of getting torn by the menacing old man, and the thought of obtaining the photo from him, she had no option than biding to what was asked of her. She closed her eyes and restarted the cycling. A moment later, her body froze. The tip of his cock touched her pussy, straight, onto the wet sickness of her vaginal lips. Despite being covered by a rectangular patch, the direct-touch of his cock against her pussy was unmistakable...the heat of their skin to skin touch!

"Move it, Tanvi, don't stop", he grunted.

With her eyes clamped shut once again, and she pedalled as the option otherwise was non-existent. Her most embarrassing and compromising issue was that for some unknown reason, she wanted to do exactly what the wretched old man asked of her. With every contact between her pussy with his penis-tip, producing burning sensations in her groin, she couldn't resist what her brain told her to. 
 
Subsequently, she sensed her betraying hole releasing more dirty liquid out through her tightly clamped vaginal lips, making her crotch to become further wet. She was clearly aware that Khurram could see it happening. Shame had no words. Carnal lust had no boundary. After numerous attempts to pull herself as high as possible, she had to succumb to her body's weight...because Khurram wasn't going anywhere, instead he stood to his full height making it literally hard for her to avoid sitting on top of his wretchedly hard and huge shaft.

Khurram grinned wickedly and thrusted his hips a little up to make her pussy hit his cock without leaving any gap between their private parts. He looked at the magnificent arch of her lower back that made her ass curve into two majestic globes that were begging to be slapped. Within the next few minutes, being tired from the workout, Tanvi was almost half-balancing her hips by placing her pussy to rest on top of his mushroom head. In turn, he made sure to not move an inch away when her soaked pussy made his cock-head to glimmer with her juices. He was pushing her to where he wanted. He placed both his hands over the sides of her waistline and held her down...hard...pressing her pussy down...keeping his cock-head...right at her entrance...to Tanvi, it really felt like his cock was inside her as her flimsy skin shorts didn't help in any way. 

Tanvi jolted and snapped her eyes open when she felt an additional weight on her hips.

"What! Khurramji, no...please don't...please", she pleaded without results.

There was no reply from him.

She had to continue pedalling. By this time, her pussy was fully rested on top of his cock. During those frustratingly thrilling moments, a split-second came when her hips jolted and her pussy lips caved when Khurram made a slight push with his hips. He was feeling so desperate to slap her ass-cheeks but withheld himself. He wanted to take her through, step by step, corrupting the young mother into an adulteress...all by herself, with a little nudge from him, of course.

"Please, stop, Khurramji. This is not what I agreed to...I...mean...we...we can't do this...please", she paused on mid-air once again, but he held her in place, and took those resting seconds to place her firmly over his engorged penis-tip...she felt the heavy pulses of his python clearly being conveyed to her pussy muscles. Each of it's pulse transpired into her married hole like a slice of sword, splitting her pussy...her soul...

"I think, we are done for today, Tanvi", Khurram updated from behind and moved away from the human sandwich that he forced on her.

A deep sigh of relief came out of her chest the moment their contact broke. Her voice was a mix of gratitude along with disappointment. In the most embarrassing way, she realized that she was very close to an orgasm with the old man, whom she started hating like anything by now. 

Once he left her, Tanvi relaxed and stood away from the cycling machine, only to see Khurram hanging from the pullup bar, flexing his upper body. She was acutely aware of the stark naked body of the bronzed giant. Every pull he made, his grotesque penis wobbled around. She thought that his cock was inviting her...to service it...she almost took a step forward when she assumed his cock asking her to kneel in front of it and take that python inside her mouth...to service it...She could hardly take a look at the old man and decided it was time to leave. While preparing to leave the Gym, she bent down to take her running pants, and was shocked when she heard the old man groaning in pain. She stood back up to check what it was, and saw Khurram crouched on the gym floor holding his stomach, and wincing with pain.

With immediate concern for another human, she ran to him and kneeled next to him. "Khurramji, what happened? Are you alright? Should I call someone?", she was genuinely worried.

"No…no…Beti, it's okay. I think, I overdid the hanging, my stomach muscle got caught"

"Shall I call for help?", she asked again.

"Oh, no…no, once I sit for sometime, it will fade. Can you help me get into the  Sauna bench?", he asked with the most sincere voice. 

Without any prejudice, Tanvi helped him. Using her right hand behind and between his left armpit, Tanvi helped him to stand. In a second, her body responded. She was holding another man, full of sweat, and her body crushed against him. But no foul, it was her body's response.

With very slow steps, Khurram walked into the Sauna.

Tanvi held the giant man with tender care till he reached the bench and tried to place him on top of it.

The exact moment when Tanvi felt safe, Khurram dropped to the Sauna floor.

Tanvi also fell along with him. 

Khurram's legs were wide-spread...she failed to notice it happening while she fell on top of him...he kept his legs wide-open with the outcome clearly laid in his head...his lips twirled into a vile grin that went unnoticed by the poor young wife.

Tanvi was placed exactly between his open legs, and crushed herself over the naked man. Her lithe body, placed on top of his absolute naked body...pinning herself onto the large male anatomy. His cock was pressed between their sweaty bodies. Her bra and booty-short didn't give any leverage due to the sweat, it was like she wasn't wearing anything...almost skin to skin. Her face dropped hard against his massive chest and neck. Her groin locked over his rock-hard cock trapping it between them. She was literally wedged by the wicked giant.

Khurram got her. He knew it. 

In a faint sense, Tanvi also felt the danger of her situation. A few moments ago, she was helping the man in agony, and now, she was at his mercy.

Without losing another moment, Khurram, using his long and powerful hands, grabbed her glutes, intentionally holding her full buttocks, he moved with an agility of a leopard, taking both the sides of her ass-cheeks, and punishingly compressed her body onto him. He didn't forget to slurp her earlobe at the same time.

"KHURRRAAM...JIII...NOOO...NOOOO!!!", Tanvi screeched and pushed him using all her might with desperate tries to pull away from his hold. She was only able to get her upper body lifted a bit. But her lower body, her voluptuous part remained within and inside his grip. Both her hands were on the floor while she tried to escape, legs trapped and her hands in a stretch for a few seconds but, the heat of the Sauna created sweat inside her palms, and she slipped forward, a little, avoiding her face from getting close to his face.

Khurram chuckled as he held her soft ass-cushions with his large palms. Her ass was at his mercy, completely and utterly succumbing. He closed his legs over hers and completely trapped her lower body from moving away, giving her no room than to struggle, even with her hands. At the same time, his hands weren't idle. Using the leverage of his length, he mashed her ass-cheeks like muffin dough. He pulled, pushed, squeezed, and crushed her soft and delicate glute muscles as if her thick ass meat was just a plaything in his hands. His large palms held her two curves into a grip that resembled a die-cast preparing to mould soft clay into the desired shape...and, the wicked old man performed exactly that...with force triggered by some sort of manic desire, his hands squished Tanvi's ass-cheeks into pulp with it's flesh getting severely re-moulded to fulfill his dirtiest fantasies. Her small frame diminished into nothing inside the hard embrace of the large man's clutches. Between his kneads, he ensured to graze her asshole a couple of times. The heat inside the Sauna and her sweat, along with the monumental quantity of the secreting liquid from her cunt, assisted his actions big time. Each time he groped her ass-meat together, and while pulling it wide open, he used his left hand to pull the thin and stretched apparel along with his left hand, and forced the narrow strip of her skin-short to move over her right butt-cheek. Using his right hand index finger, he caressed her intermittantly expanding rectum hole...a feathery trail...nothing more...he carefully avoiding touching her pussy, but used it's fluids to smother her asshole...her response captivated him...each trace of his finger over her upturned and spread anal ring created jolts of electric shock from Tanvi.

Tanvi protested with agonized screams and angry grunts. "Khurramji, I beg of you, no, please don't do this to me. You can't...we can't", she gasped as her body responded back. She felt her pussy lips being pulled open each time he spread her ass-cheeks, and it made her vaginal fluids drip outside of it's confines. She couldn't help, it felt like an auto-reflex. Using both the slippery palms, once again, she tried to lift up, and run away from the crazed old man. She was well aware of his finger tracing her dirtiest hole, and the shame of her body reacting to it was too much for her to handle, she moaned between her sobs. The way he pushed and pulled her ass was never a thing that she allowed her husband, Sanjoth because was least bothered about pleasuring her by her asshole, but the few times he serviced her orally, she would close her legs when she felt her nether hole getting exposed. And now, she was lying on top of a man, who wasn't her husband, responding with vigor unknown to her, with her tender rectum being forced open and close, unable to stop the lust and passion that came when he caressed her rectal hole.

Instead of getting the result that she expected, her hands slipped through the Sauna floor, crushing her bra-covered breasts, hard, against the vast, muscular and sweaty chest of the man below her.

Mistake!

Tanvi recognised with shock!

Her actions only aided the wretched man as her entire body came inside his vile grips. There wasn't a single thing she could do other than cry and beg. She tried...and failed...miserably. Khurram was in twelfth heaven, as the prize he was waiting for all since he laid his eyes on the hottest female that he ever met, was writhing inside his hold. His hands moved on her ass like a crazed piston. His fingers, now of both hands, trailed over her asshole each time he pulled her buttocks open. For a few heavenly moments, he felt that she was thrusting her hips backwards to push her asshole to meet his finger. Within the next few minutes, her soft and shapely ass was made into a pulp by his large hands, her yellowish pale skin was of reddish tone, she felt the muscles of her buttocks being squished into something beyond her recognition.

"You're so soft, Beti", he growled into her ear and tried to bite that earlobe.

 "Noooou...Khurrrraaaamjiiiiii", Tanvi sobbed when she sensed what he was doing on her lower part. Her body betrayed her, totally. She felt her hips bucking in rhythm to the way he kneaded and crushed her butt-cheeks, probably even thrusting her womanhood to meet his fingers. Her eyes closed with shame, tears flew out with guilt, betrayal, and shame.

By this time, Khurram had her body-short pull up her hips...way up...up...towards her waist...the apparel was elastic...and it went where he wanted it to be. Right where he wanted it. Using his leverage at it's best, he pulled the skin-short to it's maximum stretch...for a moment, he became mad that the apparel didn't tear. 

Between her cries and fighting, Tanvi realized one thing...the blow of hot Sauna air on her bare asshole. She was naked...completely naked...her glute skin was agonizingly covered by the hot air inside the Sauna with no place left untouched. Her skin-short was stretched to look like she was wearing a thong or even nothing per say, as the transparent string was still there, but not where it should be. The only part it protected was her pussy...because her asshole was already spread open by his pulling hands...to some extent, her pussy was also being pried open...she felt the hot air there...her cries increased to another notch when she tried to pull herself up by laying both her hands on his chest.

"Please...I will do anything...but not this...Khurramjiiiii", tears fell out of her eyes when her bare ass-skin got moulded and kneaded by his large and thorny palms.

Khurram was in a blaze like an extremely malnutritioned person blessed with a free feast. The glutes of the fighting woman felt like a sponge inside his hands as he squished and crammed her butt-loafs like an oiled machine gruelling to produce the best results to it's benefactor. 

It did!

Tanvi felt her voice from her head telling her that she had been anchored by the wretched old man. She felt his hands digging in, deep and spreading here witht the weight of his strength that made her feel smaller than she already was, but for some devilish reason, she felt safe...and unapologetically thrilled...more like she felt his hold on her ass giving her a silent message saying that "You cannot drift away from me, Tanvi". She shuddered between her cries as the worst was happening to her. 

Despite her protests, her body was responding. The firm and hard pressure that Khurram transpired to her delicate ass-tissues turning those two muscles into some sort of deep massage creating animalistic arousal to her mind.

The 'itch' she carried when she walked into the Gym - it was exactly the one that was receiving it's answers. Her hips bucked with the thrumming sensations from her lower body that started to become heavy with her lower belly starting to create sparks of pleasure that made her embarrassed and angry at herself...as if she was cursing her body to question why such forceful activities from a stranger created such heights of tumultuous pleasure in her.

"Fuck! If I took a feel of this ass before...I would've taken you right on the first day itself...I told you before...What an ass you have, Tanvi...Beti!!", Khurram gasped and ploughed her buttocks with an expression on his face that was pure...raw...and animal desire.

"Aahh...mm...pleeegh...leeav...huffmm", Tanvi's sobs were no longer from a woman who was taken without her consent. Her tone carried a clear message that her desires started to move towards the directions that Khurram led her towards. 

She wasn't sure who was the biggest loser...her body or her soul...but it felt primal...he was not politely taking it from her, it was a carnal call of his need, his firm and powerful hands, his rhythmic pull and push, the sensuous grace of his finger over her anal ring, his severely hot gasps to her neck and face, all of it pushed Tanvi more close to lose the last hold she had over her inhibitions...through a different angle above him, she looked down to his eyes and a sharp jolt of electric pulse came from her spine...his eyes carried just one message...and Tanvi read it…clearly...without an ounce of doubt, she repeated what he said inside her head..."You're mine now, Tanvi...mine"

"Tell me, slut...tell me how much you like this...in fact, you just moaned telling me how much you LUIV this!!", Khurram couldn't help but to suppress a chuckle.

Hearing his words, and the electric bolt from her spine, Tanvi's air in her chest stopped. The proximity of her slippery vagina so close to that gargantuan digit and the stimulation of her glutes by his large hands...her mind was no longer at the painful kneading that her ass underwent. The sensations that his actions created went way too deep into her body...inside her mind...there were pulses from her depths that rocked her entire body with every squeeze that he gave to her ass, there were deep groans that came out of her throat when Khurram pulled her ass-cheeks and held it to it's maximum stretch...he split her apart...forced her asshole to gape and at that very moment, his finger grazed above her elongated anal ring...Tanvi recognized all of it during those moments along with the weight of the intense fire that she kept locked inside her...and for worse or for best...she felt it seeping out of her hold...the hold of her sacred matrimony...the hold of her societal rules...the hold shr held of her own over her womanhood...

Every bit of her control mechanism broke the next moment!

"Kiss me, Tanvi", a coarse ask came from Khurram finally.

The scene unfolded like she was waiting for it.

Tanvi fell forward onto the large body like a paper-doll, along with her mouth finding it's target. She felt a ray of hope. Her mouth opened, and even before her lips graced his grinning mouth, her tongue darted forward and forced itself to enter inside his mouth's cavern. The very moment her tongue entered, she licked the insides of his mouth once, then she lifted herself up, with foggy eyes, her upper body thrusted like she was straddling him. 

A vision of erotic fulfilment!

Khurram paused to take that image in his head, imprinting it into his brain, posting it permanently so that he would bring the same, another place, another time...he remained looking up at her with surprise on his face.

"If I kiss you, will you leave me alone?", her voice was no longer sobbing. Her confidence was back...a bit.

Khurram stopped the punishing gruel on her supple ass-cheeks.

"No", his answer was curt.

"Please, I cannot do this. If you are forcing me, it will be like that. We have to stop...I will kiss you, and you should let me go", she updated her demand.

"Okay, sure. But, as you didn't do what I asked, you deserve a punishment, yes?"

"Yes", once again, her reply was not in a pleading tone. It was an admittance, acceptance.

"Okay, lift yourself up", Khurram removed his hands from her lower body, indicating to her to lift herself up.

Tanvi moved per his command, her body acted on a treacherous, and unholy instinct. The moment they separated, she let out a sharp, jagged gasp; the absence of his thick shaft left a hollow, aching void that made her skin crawl with a shameful need. Adding to her terror, she sensed her body screaming at her that his oversized, throbbing cock belonged exactly where it had been pressed, and she fought the urge to beg for that brutal heat to return. 

She shut her eyes tight, trying to drown out the filthy cravings, but as she attempted to rise onto her knees in a semi-slanted sprawl, Khurram’s massive hand clamped onto her hip like a vice. With a low, predatory grunt, he freed his engorged tool from its trapped position and slammed it deep between her quivering thighs. He wedged his massive, pulsing cock right between the small gap that her parted thighs created, and slid it hard against the entire, soaking length of her married pussy. He thrust his magnificent, rock-like penis upward until it breached the top of her clamped ass and thighs, marking her with his raw, lecherous weight.

His cock was fully trapped between her tightly held thighs!
His cock pulsed once it reached and rested in a place where he finally wanted it to be!!

His cock jolted and throbbed inside the softness of thighs...along with it's length plastered right against her vaginal slit!!!

"Now, kiss me"

The ask fell on her ears like a micro-bomb. Again, she was fully aware of her position, but there was only one thing she could do to escape the torment. Listen to the crazed man...
 
A moment of absolute silence followed in the Sauna…
 
A second later, as if an extremely slow-motion movie…Tanvi dropped back on Khurram once again, and rested her upper body on her arms bent over his chest, protecting her breasts a bit. Her eyes were closed as she opened her lips, wide, and her tongue came out. Khurram watched the length that came out of her lips and wondered how it would feel when she willingly gave him a blow job with such a long tongue. The next moment, she placed a sloppy trail of lick along his lips, along with a muffled moan. Then pointing her tongue, she darted into his mouth once again, separating his lips, coaxing his mouth. Once deeply embedded inside his mouth, she closed the seal against his lips.

Moans, and gasps came from both of them.

Khurram, though momentarily lost in the pleasure of her sloppy kiss, started to thrust his hips up and down. His hands were no longer crushing her ass. Instead, he massaged her entire back. Starting from her thighs, her butt, her lower back, and her shoulders. Their forced encounter changed it's momentum into a passionate one. 

Multiple times, Tanvi wished to force her brain from the dirty thoughts of enjoying her carnal calls, she had to refrain from it forcibly. Yet, the way his cock frictioned against her cunt, with hardly anything between them to stop the invasion, she had to allow herself to his actions. But, she held on from having his way with her. Despite her best tries, she couldn't move away from the kiss. That was the only thing she could control. And, she did. Her tongue went deep into his mouth, caressed his tonsils, even making him gag a few times, she sucked...hard. 

Khurram's reactions were none the less, Khurram held her in place, his powerful hands groped and massaged her entire body, the fire between them was so high that both forgot the fact that he was forcing her and she was supposed to resist. In an incredible way, her hips responded back to his thrusts. 

Each time Khurram pulled her down on his appendage, Tanvi's hips crushed down to it's base, as if gulping it's entire length inside her...she imagined that his inhuman sized penis was splitting her poor pussy. Even before he would pull her up, her hips moved...up...through the length, through it's girth, till the split of her ass captured his swollen penis-head. Then came back...down...in swift motion...till her clitoris smashed hard to this pubic bone because it was exactly what her clitoris asked for...when she hit her hips down, she made sure to give her clit the stimuli that her engorged muscle was begging for. Through the stretched skin-short, and through the rectangular cover, her clit throbbed...and each time she came down on the old man, she purposefully made her clit-nubbin to hit and crush against his pubic bone...producing and responding with a direct answer that the swollen muscle was screeching for. 

Khurram didn't notice it, but the change in Tanvi was evident. 

Her hair covered pussy was soaked and drenched, his precum overflowed and added additional grease to mix up with her own goo. The girth of his cock gruelled against her wet vaginal lips more or less directly as the skin-short was hardly protecting what it was supposed to cover. Khurram had remoulded it into a thin string that hardly remained in it's place. Both of their most sensitive muscles were now interacting to each other directly...communicating each other's lust and irrevocably ensuring their protected passion to be destroyed...about to fall into the carnal abyss.

"Mmmmmpph...aaaaah", Tanvi moaned loudly as she pulled away from the kiss.

It was brief.

She stretched her upper body by placing her hands on his shoulders.

Her eyes were dazed and lost in the animalistic passion.

Khurram couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

A heartbeat later, she collapsed onto him again, her resistance finally shattering. But this time, instead of shielding her breasts, her hands snaked around his neck in a desperate, clinging grip. The suffocating intensity of her hug nearly choked the breath from him before she abruptly released her hold, pulling back to loom over him with a wild, haunted look in her eyes.

Her body was taut and arched high, a position that forced her full and blazingly golden breasts to hang down toward his face like ripe fruit. With every jagged, pussy-clenching gasp she took, her breasts seemed to swell with engorged blood that created blue veins to project like an extremely contrasting effect, her pinkish-red, swollen nipples protruding into hard, vulgar points...all of it...all of her...a total, blatant, wordless invitation for him to seize and handle her mummeries as he wished. She was a wreck of conflicting shame and raw, carnal hunger, her arched spine offering up her entire chest to his lecherous gaze as she waited, trembling, for his next move.

Every limb of her body craved for it...a clear invitation was visible in her eyes...a silent message played from her eyes...

Khurram recognized her 'ask'

"Aaaarghh...nooo...Khurramjiii...noooo", Tanvi cried in a louder voice, but it wasn't of protest, instead it carried a tone of content. It happened when Khurram, using both his hands, grabbed her breasts...both of them...at the same time...and squeezed...not hard...but squeezed still. He looked up at her, and noticed that there were no tears, instead her eyes were clamped shut from the pleasure she derived out of her breasts.

He answered to her 'ask'

She remained trapped in that humiliating, semi-kneeling sprawl, her trembling body held fast between his thick, powerful thighs. With her hands clutching his shoulders for a desperate balance she couldn't find on her own, she was entirely at his mercy, suspended by the weight of her own heavy breasts as Khurram used her breast-globules like two handles to keep her steady. He barely had to move; instead, her own traitorous, lust-slicked hips betrayed her, bucking up and down on his massive shaft like a rhythmic, depraved pendulum.

Khurram’s predatory hands were relentless, squishing and kneading her supple Japanese breast-flesh into a raw pulp of pleasure dough. 
 
His massive palms cupped her entire ass-globes, massaging them with a slow, calculated cruelty that made her head swim. He toyed with her, squeezing them together into a deep cleavage before working them separately, his thumbs and index fingers rhythmically grazing the pale yellow patches of her gym-bra. He pinched and rolled her engorged nipples with a vulgar precision, his touch turned into a sort of sickeningly sweet torture that forced her every breath into a jagged, desperate whimper of surrender.

A long, filthy moan of pure, and primal moan of pleasure tore from the torn young wife's throat, her eyes squeezed shut when she got lost herself in the animal debauchery. Khurram grunted with absolute satisfaction, his massive paws overflowing with her heavy, swaying tits as he stabilized her pathetic, writhing frame. He watched with a predator's sneer as her wet cunt-lips rode his giant, pulsing shaft, sliding up and down like the used object she was.

He rolled her rock-hard nipples between his calloused fingers, pinching those two sensitive nubs into a bruised red, but suddenly, the wave of his climax slammed into him. His scrotum shrivelled tight as her desperate, rhythmic grinding pushed him over the edge. His eyes rolled back in lecherous ecstasy as he prepared to paint her with his seed, and his body bucked when he finally felt his hot, thick sperm rushing from his contorted scrotum towards his pee-slit to claim his prize!

"I am close", Khurram whispered.

That was the moment Tanvi snapped out of her reverie. 

"KHURRRAAMJIII...STOPP-THISSS", she screeched, her voice jagged with a fury that her traitorous body utterly ignored. Even as the yelp left her lungs, her hips continued their filthy, fluid rhythm, grinding her pussy down and hard all through his inhuman sized girth in a slow, coaxing crawl that made a mockery of her anger. The raw, carnal hunger deep in her core had completely eclipsed her pride, her engorged pussy lips bruised against his smothered shaft as her subconscious mind forced her pussy to fight to churn every drop of his filthy sperm from his cock!

Each time she rose and slammed back down onto his stone-hard cock, her mind was flooded with a barrage of depraved, vulgar images of her soaked and overflowing pussy stretching to accommodate his monstrous proportions. She was obsessed with the sickeningly sweet thought of taking that gigantic, throbbing shaft to the very hilt of her married hole, wondering if she could even survive being impaled by something so huge...if she ever allowed it to happen.
 
Those lustful visions crowding in her head sent her swollen and blood-engorged clitoris into a frantic, throbbing overdrive, her entire being begging to shatter and drench his thighs in her own desperate, overflowing release like giving him an answer of her own for the gift he was about to give her!

Khurram's eyes were closed and slowly his hands left her breasts.

Tanvi's hips came down...hard...on the engorged and pulsing penis. Her eyes were closed as well. It was her clit that triggered her change...the momentary anger transpired like a bullet train that was about to enter inside a dark tunnel filled with profound and unknown pleasure...

Khurram's brain drove to a wild array of depraved thoughts of how he was going to take this heavenly woman to the same level of depravity after this.

Tanvi's brain was equally racing in her own world of carnal needs and unknown to her consciousness, her body pumped against the boneless hardness with a mind of it's own.

"Aarggh...aaaahggrhh", Khurram clutched her naked ass-cheeks once again and punished her up and down on his pulsing shaft.

Speed...pleasure...speed...both of them felt the two emotions...cock and cunt whimpering for the ultimate pleasure...

"AAARRRRGHHHH", Khurram yelled as the first spurt sprang out of his cock-slit and went up higher than it ever did, and dropped back onto Tanvi's upturned naked ass.

"Hmmmm...oooouh...mmm...mmm," Tanvi’s hips jerked in a frantic, uncontrollable spasm as her soaking vaginal hole pulsed and contracted, desperately purging the heavy, primal load she had carried for far too long. To her, it felt as though her body was finally receiving a dark, unholy blessing...a violent release of the animalistic and depraved hunger that had been screaming inside her soul for ages...it was just calling out to her...to let go...

Khurram’s movements turned savage and uncoordinated; his massive hands were the only things that drove her, pulling and slamming her bucking frame against his swollen, steel-hard shaft. Each time he crushed her onto his cock, his groin erupted in a series of violent jolts and twitches. Torrents of thick, greyish-white cum exploded from his penis-tip, plastering her round and mashed-up buttocks, his thick sperm liquid fell onto her inner thighs, and even sprayed up over her arched back in a vulgar display of his dominance over the poor young woman...

Tanvi’s own climax was a terrifying, more intense storm of filthy emotions playing with the same speed of her orgasmic eruption from her pussy. As her engorged clitoris grinded ruthlessly against his groin, her cunt surrendered every drop of its slick, gooey froth in wave after wave of desperate, squirting release. Her sinful juices seeped through the thin fabric of her gym-shorts, turning the once-yellow patch into a transparent, drenched window, exposing her pussy to all it's carnal glory...pushing into her debauchery, and punishingly allowing her to pump every single drop of her sexual frustration she carried so far...

They clung to each other for minutes, the air thick with the smell of sweat and spent lust, as they finished their messy, mutual purging. Tanvi collapsed onto the sweaty, massive old man like a broken, spent lover, her strength completely vanished from her. Khurram’s large, calloused hands remained locked around her small waist like a heavy, fleshy belt...not quite suffocating her, but claiming her entirely...as his own...and worse was...in her semi-conscious state, Tanvi was also registering it...

Minutes later, Tanvi dragged her broken frame upward, detaching her sticky, used body to sit on the heated wooden floor of the Sauna, gasping through a haze of broken and conflicting emotions. Her eyes betrayed the wretched war inside her; she was supposed to be consumed by a righteous, murderous anger toward the venomous old man who had just molested her, yet she couldn't deny the sick and dirty satisfaction of her deepest hunger finally getting satiated by the same man whom she loathed like a vile snake. Khurram remained on the floor like a satisfied beast, his thick, spent shaft resting on his thigh, surrounded by the stinking, greyish sediments of his cum that stained his legs and the floor around his hips. She watched his slimy, resting reptile-meat of the old man with a rapt, self-loathing focus, hating herself and asking why her pussy still itched with the sight of his monstrous tool...a question with no answer in her head...

With one final, hateful glance at the evidence of her own betrayal, Tanvi forced herself up on wobbling, love-slicked knees that threatened to buckle under the weight of her disgust. An animal rage boiled in her gut...not just at him, but a feral, teeth-baring fury directed at her own pathetic, traitorous hole that carried every ounce of wickedness inside it. "How could she have let her own pussy beg for the very man who was desecrating her?", the crushing sadness of her self-betrayal felt like a physical weight in her lower belly, a sickening realization that her own sexual hunger collaborated with her violator, leaving her soul fractured and smeared with dirty guilt. She spiralled into a dark, frantic self-questioning, wondering if she was even a human being anymore or just a mindless, lust-driven beast that had allowed its own ruin for the sake of a few vulgar moments of release.

Before walking out, she paused at the Sauna door as Khurram’s predatory eyes flickered open to gloat at his conquest.

"Never... ever... come to me again," she rasped, her voice a soft, brutally cold blade that hid the scream of her broken and disintegrated soul. Tanvi took one last, revolting glance at him...at that prideful, oversized man-rod that just ruined her...one last look...just before stepping out and slamming the door to the face of her shame...

Khurram wanted to give a retort, but failed to find words. The release he went through was more than he ever felt in his life. It was worth the wait....

"I am not finished with you, Tanvi", he heard his own words like a third-person was saying it.

She heard his growl with a shiver!

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-64:


Pulling her pants and pullover quickly, Tanvi rushed out of the Gym. She took a proper breath when she reached in front of her apartment door. She entered inside to see her children playing in the living room, and on a side glance, she found Sharda in the kitchen.

"You can go, Sharda", she updated softly and walked into the bedroom.

"Mumma, you are full of sweat!", her daughter yelled with a laugh, making her stop in her tracks. 

"She peed in her pants", her son and daughter joined by pointing at her groin.

Tanvi closed the door, and went straight to the mirror. The horror she felt was nothing compared to anything previous. It wasn’t her groin alone, her ass seemed like someone spilled water over her back. As the pant was of light grey colour, Khurram's cum was plastered all over her buttocks, and as she forgot to pull her skin-short back into place, the entire load smeared onto the pant directly, making it wet, almost her entire buttocks area seemed to be drenched. Her ass looked tantalizingly erotic, the two curvy arches of her butt-loafs fully exposed with a narrow line of her yellow-shorts that looked like a piece of string that was not even required to be there. The sight was so consuming that she remained a few minutes admiring her own lewd nakedness.

Shame, remorse and anger hit her for what she did. Same day...twice...the matter she wanted to handle went straight out of hands...she was lost to the game that the vile old man played!

Later that night, Tanvi picked up the call from Sylvie. After explaining what happened, Sylvie was lost on how to help her friend further. Though she knew it was going to be hard, she never expected Tanvi to succumb like how she did.

"Tanvi, if you could consider this, please do it, okay", she paused.

Tanvi listened with swelling pain in her chest. "Yes", she replied.

"It's holidays from tomorrow, right, for the next two weeks?"

"Yes, it is"

"Okay, so, send the kids to your Mother's home, like tomorrow first thing"

"Why? Then, I will be all alone, and that mad man would bang me!"

"No, that won't happen. See, when you have children at home, he will not disturb you directly, but the moment they are out, and if I guess correctly, Sharda would be in league with him, she would inform him and then all hell would happen...if he come over and he does something in front of the kids, your position as their Mother would be gone...and if they aren't with you, at least you have that space to manipulate him, or at least play him for next few days till I reach there. Sitting here, I am unable to move a finger and it's killing me that I am not there to kick that Bastard on his damn balls"

"Yes, it makes sense", Tanvi agrees with the logic. But in reality, it didn't. The logic that her friend said was totally flawed. She knew it...after all, so far she wasn't able to stop Khurram, even with kids at home. But then, while thinking of how bad it could turn out if Khurram did anything in front of her Children, a scare that she never experienced came over her...trapping her thoughts into a gridlock.

"So, send them tomorrow morning and gear up yourself. Don't listen to follow what he asks. You did one thing right, by denying him the photo threat. That was the wise move. It would definitely make him confused. But then, we really need to get it from him, no other option. Also, remember not to let him have another score with you. That's most important. Tanvi. Just hold on till I reach, we will figure this out. I will not let your life get destroyed by anyone, I am there with you"

Tanvi felt better, much better once she had the conversation with Sylvie. There was something in Hansa's call that she couldn't put her finger into. There was something... 

It bothered her too much..."the flaw in Sylvie's logic". Yet, thinking of her Children, she knew clearly that she had to make up her mind. 

Next day morning, Tanvi called her Mother and she wasn’t feeling well to pick up the Kids. So, it happened that her Grandmother, her ‘Jiri-san’ or ‘Oba’chan’ as she lovingly called, would arrive to her home. Once agreed, she prepared her Kids.

"Oba'achan!", Tanvi exclaimed, her voice breaking with a mixture of relief and hidden agony as her grandmother arrived. After they exchanged the traditional aisatsu "greetings" in Japanese tradition, the questioning began. Tanvi’s heart hammered against her ribs as she outright denied any trouble regarding Sanjoth and Khurram, her words came out in a practiced, defensive blur. She carefully navigated the conversation like a minefield, avoiding any mention of the gym or the violation that still felt like a physical burn on her skin. When her Grandmother specifically asked again about Sanjoth, she offered a hollow, reasonable explanation about a business trip, her face a mask of ga'mman "stoic endurance".

Before leaving, the elder woman’s sharp eyes softened, and she pulled Tanvi back into the quiet sanctuary of the house. "Tanvi-san, mi'te "my sweet baby|...look at me. I can see you are hiding a heavy himitsu "secret" in your heart. I will wait until you are ready to speak," she said, her voice steady and grounding. Then her Jiri-san paused and looked at her with an affectionate smile.

"But listen closely. We are the women of this house, and we are not Gei'sha. Our bodies are not trophies for others to claim; they are our own sacred temples. We alone decide who is worthy to enter." Her grandmother’s grip tightened, offering a surge of chik'aara "strength". Tanvi listened to her Grandmother's continuing voice. "If someone takes from you without your ky'oka "permission", that is not a 'conduct'...it is a crime against your soul. If such a thing has happened, you...and ONLY YOU...hold the power to strike back. I will stand by you through any storm, but never forget your shut'aais'ei "self-perseverance". You are the most important thing in your world, wak'atta? "Understood?" She pulled Tanvi into a fierce, lingering hug before finally stepping away.

Tanvi sensed relief and anxiety kicking in together and at-once the moment after her Kids and Grandmother left her home. It was around afternoon that she felt too vulnerable and alone. She was in fact, alone. As she sat thinking of what the rest of the day carried for her, she heard and saw Sharda, her maid walking in.

"No children, Madamji?", Sharda started side-talk as she brought two cups of Coffee and sat on the floor beside her.

"They have a short vacation, and will return after it, Sharda"

"Oh, when will they come back?", suddenly Sharda seemed excited and unnecessarily nosy.

Noticing her tone, Tanvi gave a bland response. "Maybe tomorrow, I think", she lied.

"Oh, if they came back after the Devi Pooja at Basti, it would be great, no Didi?"

"Yeah, it would be better", Tanvi sat back with horror when she realised what she just blurted. It was visibly evident from her maid's grinning face.

"So, will you come, Madamji? Please, help me out this one time, I beg of you, please?"

[Ajanmol]

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[Nobita]

Waiting brother

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-65:



Tanvi sensed relief and anxiety kicking in together and at-once the moment after her Kids and Grandmother left her home. It was around afternoon that she felt too vulnerable and alone. She was in fact, alone. As she sat thinking of what the rest of the day carried for her, she heard and saw Sharda, her maid walking in.

"No children, Madamji?", Sharda started side-talk as she brought two cups of Coffee and sat on the floor beside her.

"They have a short vacation, and will return after it, Sharda"

"Oh, when will they come back?", suddenly Sharda seemed excited and unnecessarily nosy.

Noticing her tone, Tanvi gave a bland response. "Maybe tomorrow, I think", she lied.

"Oh, if they came back after the Devi Pooja at Basti, it would be great, no Didi?"

"Yeah, it would be better", Tanvi sat back with horror when she realised what she just blurted. It was visibly evident from her maid's grinning face.

"So, will you come, Madamji? Please, help me out this one time, I beg of you, please?"


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"Sharda, I told you many times already. I cannot help you with such a large amount of money. If only it was something I can afford but, what you asked me, I cannot manage. And one more thing, about the other thing you asked me to do…It's a ‘no’, I cannot and please try to understand me, okay?"

"Madamji, I know of many things that are happening in this Complex, and some of those are bad things that happened to you as well. I can help you, Madamji, please help me on this one thing and I will do everything to help you back, I beg of you”, her maid seemed to be exasperated. “Didi, please, you don't have to do anything at the Basti, just your presence will do, please help me", Sharda started to sob with tears coming out of her eyes.

"Sharda, please stop crying”, Tanvi felt bad for her maid but she also knew there were certain occasions that one needed to be empathetic, and this wasn’t such a scene. “I just can't, Sharda, you are keeping on asking and now crying. It makes me uncomfortable. Please, stop”, she gasped but looking at her poor maid’s face, she just couldn’t stop her real feelings.

“And, what exactly do you want me to do?", Tanvi couldn't figure out why she asked when she had made up her mind on not doing what her maid asked for, and to return back the wretched Basti was the last thing she would consider doing. But, for some unknown reason, her interest was piqued. 

"Didi, every year, we conduct this Devi Puja. Almost every women of our Basti and anyone visiting will participate there and enjoy the last activity, it is so wonderful" Sharda’s voice was so excited that it transpired to Tanvi as well

"And, that is...?"

"We all dress up like Devi, Madamji. While wearing that dress, we give ourselves a lot of makeup, that is for mostly men so they can never guess of recognize who is who from amongst us”, Shard half-giggled between her sobbing state and continued…”That is why I am asking you so much because at the end all the men need to reach where Devi’s sit and do the Pooja on us”, she paused again and took a side glance at Tanvi and when she noticed no animosity from her Madamji, she explained a bit more…”All of us women, will just sit and we bless the men, that's all, nothing else"

"What do you mean ‘Puja to us’, and ‘bless them’? What kind of Pooja will those men do to us?", Tanvi was unable to hide the fact that she was intrigued all of a sudden. It was a simple thing to do. She could go as a visitor, and help her Maid, no harm...so far. But an element of sensitivity caressed her cheeks as a danger sign.

"See Didi, usually by evening time that day, we, the women folks will finish up our household activities, and the men will start with their thing...you know...drinking and their own kind of fun. Then, around late night, possibly near to mid-night, all of us, dressed and in make-up, will go to Badi Didi's house, where they will set up a kind of fireplace or a sort of small stage, and with few seats circled on it. We just sit there, and men will come to do Pooja on us, that's all"

"What do you mean, ‘Pooja on us’?", Tanvi wasn't clear about what her Maid was explaining. She knew there was something more to it.

"They will come, one by one, to each of us, and lift our feet to their heads, as if seeking blessings, or sometimes they just come near us and gives us money as their token for our blessings and we bless them, that's all, please Didi, all you have to do is to come there for one or two hours and give them the blessings, that's all", Sharda cunningly avoided explaining more.

"Hmm...I will have to think of this, Sharda. But, now, it's a No"

"Madamji, please, I beg of you. As I told you, I will help you back. There are too many bad people in this Complex who are watching you, and I will return your favour by helping to escape those bad people"

"What do you mean by that Sharda? Who is watching me?", suddenly, Tanvi was nervous.

"I will tell you everything and help you also, but please, before that, you have to agree on this. Let me show you some photos from last year", Sharda made her bargain look solid.

Tanvi saw a photo from where she stood from the worn and torn phone but having a screen on it. She was so sure the image that came over was so recognizable. She almost snatched the phone from Sharda but then slowly returned it back to her maid to avoid showing too much enthusiasm. Once the phone was back to her hand, Sharda scrolled the screen. It was an older model phone with a small display but good enough to see what was in it. 

"Who is this woman?", Tanvi asked with a bewildered look.

"It's me, Madam. See, even you could not recognize", Sharda almost laughed.

Tanvi was looking at a woman with a deep red skirt and blouse, adorned with lots of duplicate gold or bronze jewellery around her navel. If it was Sharda, as she said, the woman in the photo hardly resembled her. Her face was covered with a sort of orange-maroon color, clearly masking who it really was, she wasn’t wearing any blouse inside but her saree or whatever cloth it was covering her breasts but clearly providing the outline of her breasts. By looking at it, Tanvi was sure that her nipples would've been exposed if half an inch or more of that pallu was in disarray. The same saree was tied a bit too low at the centre of her belly, almost and dangerously close to her groin as she clearly noticed, and ended just above her knees with a bit of her thick, brown thighs exposed and the rest of her legs to feet covered in that orange-maroon color. 

“Can you say it’s me, Didi?”

Tanvi shook her head with disbelief. In no way, the photo resembled her Maid.

“See”, with added enthusiasm Sharda scrolled through, Tanvi was shocked to see a heavy set woman in the same attire, those massive breasts were unmistakable anywhere. Upon closer look, she recognized Safiyaji.

"Is this Safiyaji?", Tanvi asked with a stunned shock in her voice.

"Oh yes, yes. It is. Last year, Safiyaji helped me and nothing bad happened, you know", Sharda was clearly edging her Madam on with all the photos and sugar coated words.. She clearly avoided further questioning from Tanvi about what happened afterwards. If Tanvi asked, then she was scared that she would've to spill the aftermath of the Devi Puja...she kept her lips tight.

The more Tanvi peered into the photo, the more confident she became. The picture, except the larger presence of her voluptuousness, showed that it definitely was Safiya. Her face was equally masked, but the way her breasts were held inside the flimsy pallu, it was too erotic and vulgar, and her thick legs and calves, the hem of the saree or that cloth hardly reached at her mid-thigh, as she was a large woman. But, overall, it seemed to be a harmless event.

"Will you please help me, Didi?", Sharda pressed once again.

"No, Sharda. At this moment, I cannot agree. But, I will think about it. That's all I can say now", Tanvi sat back. She felt a bit better that she was able to make a decision, even though small, and seemed like nothing, she felt better.

"Ji Didi, I will wait for you"

"Sharda, you don't have to come tomorrow okay, it's only me and nothing to do here", Tanvi gave her some money to keep her at bay. 

Once Sharda left, Tanvi had her lunch, her thoughts wandered around the Devi Pooja, and the photos that her maid showed her. The images of Sharda, Safiyaji and other women were already etched inside her head. The more she thought of it, she felt the unwanted burning sensations rising from her groin. She knew such thoughts should be pushed away, as that was the only method to stop herself from doing anything nasty which she would regret later. She deliberately avoided further thoughts of it, and slept off. She needed that one good sleep very badly, and with Kids gone, there was some peace. Other part of that peaceful rest was because even though she thought of going to Gym, then decided against it because if Khurram was there, it would be another repetition of the previous day, and she was sure, this time, if he wouldn't do much, she would lose herself to her unwanted and filthy cravings. 

While lying on her bed, lots of unanswerable questions came into her head. "What have I turned into? What would happen to my life, my Kids, once someone finds out what I did? Would I even have a life to call it, life? Do I really want to become that old man's woman, like a 'slut' that Sanjoth called me? Otherwise, why would I do things I have done? Parading naked to the whole world...spreading my legs to the nasty low-life Dattu, like a cheap whore? I did suck his thing...I sucked Abhi...I drank his liquid...then I sucked Mehtaji...and drank his dirty juice as well, and then the very same night, I sucked and licked Dattu's milk too, and now, today, I slurped and drank that nasty old man's cum. It was so dense, so pungent smelling...Oh-God...not once, but I did it twice already...I have done things with Khurram without even him making me do it...am I really such a low willed woman? Who am I? But, my Obi-san (Grandmother) told me that it was me, and the power was within me...but didn't she also say that my Grandfather was a man similar to Khurram? What does it mean? Should I allow Khurram to claim me from Sanjoth? My-God...why am I thinking of his thing all over again? Why did I think of Dattu when Khurram forced me onto his thing? Am I a real whore of such low morale?", Tanvi didn't realize when she dozed off with all the conflicting thoughts till she woke up with a start, hearing something, someone!

"Tanvi, are you sleeping?", the heavy voice from outside made her blink her eyes and wake up from her slumber. She blinked her eyes to check the time and was shocked to see it was almost 8pm, night. She slept through the afternoon till early evening.

"Open the door, Tanvi. I know you are inside", Khurram wasn't angry, but his heavy voice made the blood rush into her head, clearly making her unable to decide on any action. She cursed herself for not planning ahead if he approached again.

Tanvi took the first few steps towards her living room door, she heard her voice cursing herself again while taking a quick glimpse at what she was wearing. It was not something that she wanted to wear when going near Khurram.

She had a grey house-gown that reached mid-knee level, with a cotton bra inside and a normal panty down there, both normal ones...but, the problem was the house-gown itself, though normal one, the material was not thick, it was much easier to see her insides on a closer look. She had kept this one away and avoided wearing it for more than a year when Sanjoth pointed it and squashed her breasts when kids were in living room. But, during her confused and escalated state of mind, she just picked it and wore it without much back-thoughts and when she started walking towards the door, she felt way too vulnerable, too exposed as she saw herself. She was sure that the view she would present to the old man would not be a good one. With doubtful and soft steps, she reached next to the main door, and looked outside.

Her knees trembled!

Her heart almost stopped!

Khurram was standing outside the grille, in his shorts and a tee-shirt, along with a wide grin on his face. 

She felt the heat on her skin immediately. It was like a hot crawling feeling as she clearly caught the old man taking a good, quick glance at her exposed feet to ankles, then moving with electric pace to her hips where her panty was visible and then taking one sharp look right at her bra, she recognized it, he was clearly capturing an image of her breasts as last note.

"Open the grille, Tanvi"

"Khurramji, no. I can't", she felt her heart beating like loud trumpets.

"Tanvi, I am not here to apologise. Let me make it clear. But, I think we need to talk this out between us, open this"

"Khurramji, no. There isn't anything to talk about between us. I made myself clear yesterday. There is nothing that I will do or want to do anything with you in this life. Please go away from here, you are making me really uncomfortable, Khurramji"

"Tanvi, you are making this hard for both of us. See, I am here to listen, and you are not allowing it. What about tomorrow? Will you stay inside like this? Forever?? We both know, it won't be the case. So, I am asking you in a nice way, open this grille and let's have a coffee, and talk this out"

"I know very well what will happen if I open this door, Khurramji. I told you there is nothing that need a discussion between us, kindly go away to your, please"

"Okay Tanvi, I shall. But, do you prefer to have this discussion done by a Lawyer? Trust me, I will make your life a bitch, you will be forced to live a life that you never intended to, think carefully, and open this grille, now". Khurram felt his scrotum hardening even with the young mother fully dressed. Her yellowish-pale skin was that much alluring and inviting him. Right at that moment, all he wanted to do was to pull the grille out, which he could, and tear past the door and engulf her to quench that dark and filthy imaginations of how he would take her. That was the only thought that came to his depraved mind.

His words became swords that hit and penetrated into her soul. "Lawyer? But why a Lawyer?", the question was negligible at that moment but it bothered her much.

"What would be the worst outcome, Tanvi? Think about it clearly. You don't want your children to grow up with the knowledge that their Mother was a slut, do you?"

She couldn't bear the thought of what the old man just uttered, she heard her sobs rising immediately.

"So Tanvi, open this damn door now, or else I do just like what I said, and I think you don't want it that way", he paused. "All I need is a good drink, and a good talk, that's all", Khurram growled and his overall demeanour made her knees shudder with fear.

Out of all her thoughts one point was crystal clear to Tanvi. Something bad was coming at her...


Tanvi couldn't make up her mind on her next move!

She couldn't figure out what she had to do!

Khurram’s presence loomed over her!