A Banana Muffin Saga

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-83:



"Don't touch me", Tanvi's tone was furious at Khurram when he tried to hold her hand while they walked out of the railway station.

"And, may I know why?", his reply question was smooth and almost carried a whiff of amusement.

"You...YOU made all that happen in the train. What if...what if someone saw me? What would've happened? I am not a cheap slut that you can do such crude and vulgar things like this", her anger was very much visible.

"But you enjoyed it till last, didn’t you, Tanvi...all these 'cheap' and 'vulgar' things?"

"I...I...No....I...I didn’t...that...those...don't ever do this with me, Khurramji", Tanvi failed to notice her voice quavering while she tried to make a point to the old man. 

"Look at me", he caught her wrist and made her turn to face him. They were outside the station where it was all dark around, with hardly few street lamps blinking in the background.

She had to look up at his eyes.

"Regardless what you shout and scream, you have to agree that you enjoyed it, yes?", he chuckled loudly thicken her further.

"NO! I...I didn't", Tanvi blurted with rage but deep inside the corner of her darkened heart, she clearly knew she was lying and the wretched old man was right.

"Listen, Tanvi...You...YOU are MINE now, get that clearly inside your small head. You belong to me, no one else. I will do whatever I want with you and you can stop me at nothing, got it?"

"But..."

"No buts...say only 'yes'. If I ask you to fuck anyone, you will do so. If I ask you to strip right here, you will do it as well"

"I...I cannot do that", somehow she replied with lack of confidence in her voice. So far, she thought it was all sex talk, nothing more. Then the words of Hansa boomeranged back into her head, making her shudder with fear.

"Look, Tanvi. I am understanding why you fail till now to realize one thing - YOU ARE MADE TO ENJOY SEX AS I DO!", last few words were measured and stressed to make it clearer to her. "It's already in your system. There is no point of denying it, alright?"

"No...that's...that's not true"

"Oh yeah? Then tell me just one thing. When I lifted your top and exposed that slutty ass of yours to the dirty crowd, why didn't you stop me? You just gave some feeble excuses but, you enjoyed everything that happened in there. And the proof is right now flowing out from your stupid pussy and dripping through your legs...your slutty hole is smothered with your juice, isn't it? So, DO NOT deny the fact that you crave sex just like I do", he peered into her green eyes.

"I...I was scared and couldn't move in that crowd", her reply was meek as her thoughts as well.

"Well, yes, but I was right there too. You could've opened your mouth to asked me to stop. But, you didn't and all you did was whisper 'STOP' to me while your eyes were begging me to continue. Deep inside, you are a slut, Tanvi. And, sluts needs guidance on one thing...", he paused.

Tanvi looked back at him for the word he was not spilling out.

"It is...Sex", he grinned. "Sluts needs sex, Tanvi Beti. So, tonight you are going to get everything that your body is waiting for and once we are done, you will realize your place, every little pretence that you are showing now will disappear, you heard me?"

"Ji", she had too much in her head to digest. There was no empowerment of being a Wife, or being a Mother, or being a headstrong Woman that was left in her. Despite the fact that she behaved like a wanton slut in public, she felt her pussy getting wet at the words she just heard. She was going to be used and was going to get satisfied. "Oh-God", words came out of her lips unknowingly.

"Ah! as if THAT came out right! As if God had something to do with all this! Now, walk with me or otherwise that beggar would come and pick you up to his hut, afterall you made him cream in his pants, didn't you? Wasn't that in front of the public, Tanvi?"

Tanvi looked at Khurram with mortified eyes. She stood paralyzed when she realized that Khurram caught her squeezing and milking that unknown stranger and even to a length that she made him cum. Her head fell to her chest with embarrassment, and was left with nothing to counter back at the old man.

"Now, now, no need to be shy my slut...let's go", he caught her wrist once again and walked out to the muddy, narrow alley, out of the railway station.

With confusion, anger and submissive thoughts, Tanvi followed the old man like a puppet. He took her through few dirty alleys, small pathways between few buildings and houses. 

The transition from the wretched heat of the local train to the frightful silence of the dirty area around her made Tanvi feel like she was stepping into an open grave.

She noticed that the area was a complete opposite of where she lived. This was somewhere in the outskirts of the city, houses were poor, buildings were really old and weather torn and everything surrounding them seemed to be made from past, as she couldn't locate even a single decent looking structure. 

The alleys stink, the foul stench of dirty water was everywhere and it made her wonder why and where he was taking her. But the hold on her wrist made her to follow him without question. It took a while for both to reach a place that seemed to have some fresh air. There was a reason. 

Tanvi followed the large, brown giant of a man like a broken puppet, her perfectly pedicured feet, once the symbol of her higher status, was now skidding uselessly over slick, moss-covered stones and sinking into patches of black, oily sludge. The area was a suffocating antithesis to her comfortable apartment. Right there, and then, the very air was a thick, stagnant soup of open sewers, rotting vegetable matter, and the metallic tang of rusted iron. 

Every breath she drew felt like a torture, the foul stench of grey water, viscous with waste and industrial runoff, seeping into her soft skin through the delicate fibres of the thin, flimsy kurta. The buildings leaned in over the narrow pathways like crumbling monoliths, their weather-torn facades of damp brick and peeling plaster held together by decades of grime and shadows. There wasn't a single decent structure in sight, only hollow, dark sockets in the walls that seemed to watch her with a vacant, filthy intent.

"Where are we going?", somehow she found some words to break the eerie silence.

"Shut-up and walk with me", his answer was de-nerving and curt to a point of anger in his voice.

They navigated through a labyrinth of decaying alleys, and the sense of her suffocation intensified. The narrow pathways further narrowed until the damp walls nearly brushed her shoulders. The ground beneath her was purely of dirt from sodden trash, discarded plastic, and swarms of flies that hummed even in the dead of the night. 

Her ruined black leggings, allowing the air to smother her privates recreated the reminder of the gaping void at the crotch, and it offered no protection against the environment; she could feel the humid, diseased draft of the slums licking at her exposed, aching sex, a dirty reminder that she was walking through this filth like a true high-class "slut" being paraded through the city's entrails. 

Khurram’s grip on her wrist was a handcuff of hot-iron as he dragged her deeper into a world made of rot, where the only light came from the occasional flickering of a bare, yellow bulb dangling from a bird’s nest of illegal wiring.

The intense squeeze of the alleys finally opened into a small, desolate clearing that offered no relief, only a different kind of horror. 

Khurram stopped abruptly, forcing Tanvi to halt in a space that felt like an abandoned stage for a dark ritual. 

By this time, Tanvi was now fully aware that the dinner that he spoke of earlier and offered to have together was not going to happen the way how she imagined. As they stopped walking, she felt like they were looking at an abandoned stage that was now prepared for something sinister. 

She took a good look around them.

To their right stood a sagging, two-storey building, a monument to neglect with a faded, peeling board that claimed to be a "Hotel," though it looked more like a tomb for the forgotten. 

To her left, a cluster of asbestos-roofed shacks sat in total darkness, their corrugated sides weeping with rust and the dampness of the night. 

Directly ahead, a row of shuttered shops stood like closed, blind eyes, their storefronts occupied by the huddled, motionless shapes of men sleeping in the dirt on the bare ground, looking more like discarded rags than living souls. 

It seemed like they were in a dead zone of the city.

The only structure that looked even remotely functional in this wasteland was a small, box-like petrol station to their right, adjacent to the rotting hotel. It stood like a square cage in the middle of the gloom, illuminated by a single, buzzing streetlamp that cast long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement. 

An old and torn mini-van was parked nearby, its tires flat and its windows filmed with a layer of grey dust, looking like a ghost ship moored in a sea of filth.

The stench of a nearby gutter, thick and sulfuric, rose up to meet the stagnant air of the square, making her gorge rise. The only focal point of light was a single, buzzing streetlamp that cast a sickly yellow glare over a small, box-like petrol station. It stood there like a reminder to Tanvi, of what she asked for...of what she craved for...

The darkness of the night gave Tanvi a fleeting, false sense of courage, but the eerie, empty houses and the overwhelming stench of the nearby gutters gave her the creeps. Overall, she was surrounded by dead buildings, empty houses and shops and a petrol station that stood more like a ghost-house. 

It was then, she saw a moment at the petrol station. 

A woman!

Tanvi looked forward with her heart beating like hell when a woman walked over to the odd couple.

"How's your business, Devki?", Khurram grunted at the woman who reached them by now.

"Okay Khurram Saab, I am still living", the woman named Devki replied back with an equally grunt.

Tanvi took a good, long look at the woman, her senses terrified from the sheer, unadulterated filth of her. 

The woman should be in her late fifties or even sixties, a creature who seemed to have been birthed from the very muck of the surrounding alleys. Her face was reasonably good to look at, and probably, if scrubbed off the slum's grimy layers out of her, the woman might have passed for a formidable housewife. But then - in front of her, the old woman was a lurking beast. 

She was much smaller than Tanvi, her head barely reaching the curve of Tanvi’s neck, a physical imbalance that made the younger woman feel toweringly vulnerable, like a prize mare led into a slaughterhouse. Devki’s clothing was a masterclass in carnal degradation; she was dbangd in a single, tattered length of dirty maroon cotton that was so stiff with dried sweat, grease, and the black soot of the pits that it looked like a second, diseased skin.

There was no blouse, no bra, absolutely nothing beneath the grime-crusted fabric. The cloth was knotted haphazardly at her left shoulder, leaving the dark, weathered skin of her arms and the massive, pendulous weight of her large, very large breasts to swing freely. 

Tanvi noted with a surge of intrusive, shameful thought that Devki’s breasts being significantly larger than her own, their heavy, sagged mass oscillating obscenely beneath the thin, grease-filmed cotton with every step she took. The fabric was so worn and filth-slicked that the dark, wide circles of her large, leathery nipples were clearly visible, pressing against the maroon threads with a blunt, and murky defiance.

The garment was cinched at a waist that was plump and insanely protruding in an uncouth, provocative manner, a heavy, oily paunch of flesh that jutted out over the low-slung knot of her cloth. The saree-wrap was tied precariously lower, biting into the dark skin just above her pubic bone, while the frayed, tattered hem reached only to her upper knees. This left her meaty, shapely legs exposed, the skin there caked in a fine, shimmering layer of soot and the oily residue of the petrol station. Her thighs were deep brown, thick and fleshy, the meat of them appearing surprisingly firm and unsagged despite the layers of muck that clung on her skin.

Devik's feet, clad in worn, cracked rubber slippers, were a paradoxical mix of skin and the permanent black staining of the terminal dust she walked through every day. When she finally took a good look at Devki’s face, Tanvi saw that the woman was measuring her with a cold, professional appraisal that felt like a violation to Tanvi's cleanliness.

Devki’s eyes were hard, calculating, and entirely devoid of empathy as they moved from Tanvi’s yellow heels up to the jagged, exposed crotch of her leggings, where the moisture from her earlier climax still stained the fabric. 

The older woman took a good look at Tanvi’s yellowish pink-toned, trembling limbs and her tear-streaked, angelic face with a look of profound, experienced mockery. It was the gaze of a veteran of the pits making mental estimates of the high-class "seasoned" talent Khurram had dragged into the dirt. 

The air between them hummed with a raw, carnal hierarchy; the old woman’s gaze confirmed that in this place, Tanvi’s beauty was no longer a prize to claim, but just a mode to silence the sleaze in that place - just an object.

"No customers tonight?", it was Khurram's voice that made Tanvi to reach back from her thoughts.

"Nahin, Saab. Dhanda to aaj kal bahut kam ho gayi. Hotel mein bhi kuch nahin hain. Agalee bus aadhe ghante mein chokron ko lekar aaenge, shaayad kuch khane ke liye" (No, Saab, Business is very less now. See, the hotel also have no much people now a days. The next bus will come with thw workers in half hour, possibly someone will come to eat), Devki replied with no enthusiasm in her words.

"Aur yeh?" (And, this one?), Devki nodded at Tanvi.

"Ah, this one. She's my...mine", he stopped only with that explanation.

"What the hell! He said, I am HIS...but what am I?", Tanvi heard her voice questioning inside her head, but decided to keep quiet.

Devki leaned towards Tanvi, with her eyes travelling all over the young woman with a dirty, admonishing look that created creeps in Tanvi's entire body. Tanvi saw the woman spitting a glob of red betel or pan juice from her mouth into a corner before speaking, hwr voice sounding like it was grinding against gravel below.

"Badi chikni maal hai ye toh, Khurram Saab. Aur woh Moti kahan mar gayi?" ("This one is a real smooth piece of meat. So, where the hell did that Fat One die?"), Devki asked with a low, animal cackle that was clearly meant for demeaning Tanvi.

"Moti? Ah, she don't want to come anymore. But we have this Chikni tonight, right Tanvi?", Khurram chuckled, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Chikni! Moti!! What the hell is this nonsense!!!", Tanvi’s mind raced in a blur of shock. Then the realization hit her like a slap on her face. They were stripping away her name, her identity, turning her into nothing more than a labeled animal. Safiyaji was the 'Moti' and she was 'Chikni'. 

Tanvi felt a wave of cold, sick horror wash over her. "Oh-God! What next!"

"Acha... toh aaj raat is nanhi chikni ke saath mauj hogi, haina?" (Ah...so tonight’s fun is with this little smooth bit, huh?), Devki continued her sly, filthy laugh, her mind already wandering to the degradation she was about to witness. Devki grunted with mild-appreciation in her tone and mused to herself "Look at her, shaking like a leaf. These high-society sluts always think they can put some filthy perfume that can hide the bloody scent of their heat. By the time tonight is over, she’ll be crawling at me for mercy and begging in this dirt"

Khurram just chuckled by looking at Tanvi’s fright and helplessness.

"Tu jaake kuch thasne ko taiyar kar. Mujhe pakka pata hai ki apni Chikni mere saath is 'khaas' dawat ke liye bhookhi baithi hai, hai na re, Saali?" (Go and fix something to eat on. I’m damn sure our Chikni is starving for this 'special' dinner with me, aren't you, you little bitch?)

Tanvi couldn’t reply anything back as her hope to have a nice dinner washed out the moment she stepped out of the railway station. But, she had not expected to eat at such a place even in her remote thoughts. She just nodded back silently to the tall old man.

"Acha, to aaja, Chikni" (So, come with me then Chikni), said Devki, holding Tanvi's wrist, pulled her to where she came from.

Tanvi didn't know what to do, but from the look she received from Khurram's eyes, it just said "go with her", and she walked behind the woman.

Devki took her through where the single petrol pump stood, and then to the small house like structure. But not through the front door, she walked with Tanvi to the back of the house. As they reached behind, Tanvi was shocked and surprised. It was an open area, dark with one or two kerosene lamps hanging at sides, there were five to six tables with chairs scattered around, and the open area ended at the other side where there was few yellow lights came...from the view, Tanvi guessed those houses to be really far away, really far that even trying a bit hard, she couldn’t make any reasonable images of those. So, they stood in a sort of restaurant behind the petrol station where no single human was found anywhere close. The foul order of dirty water was there, but a bit bearable. 

"Ab thopda kya dekh rahi hai re, Chikni? Chal, apne mard ke liye kuch khane ko bana. Aaj raat main chulha nahi jalane wali, samjhi?" (What are you waiting for Chikni? Make something for your Man. I am not cooking tonight). Devki smiled a bit and suddenly Tanvi felt comfortable. It wasn't a vile smile, the older woman was behaving good to her, as Devki's smile was clean, and straight. That smile made the older woman's face look much more pleasant to look at. 

"Andar aaja, Chikni... yahan kar le jo karna hai" (Get inside, you whore... do whatever you have to do here, Chikni) Devki pulled her inside the house through the small door.

The moment Tanvi crossed the dirty threshold, she gasped for breath. Inside of the house wasn't nice, yet it wasn’t foul as well. The dishes were scattered, not cleaned, odour of old food from the kitchen. It was an untidy place to be.

"Chikni, the last bus with workers will come in half hour, make something for around six to seven and also for you, Khurramji and me. Just any curry will do, I have roti from morning to eat with it okay", Devki updated.

"Chikni, idhar ke mazdooron wali aakhri bus aadhe ghante mein tapak jayegi, char-paanch logon ko khane layak kuch bana de, aur apne liye bhi, Khurram aur mere liye, suna tu? Koi bhi rasedaar bhaji bana le, subah ki rotiyaan padi hain thunsne ke liye, samjhi, Chikni?" (Chikni, the last bus with workers will drop in half an hour, cook something for four to five people to eat, and also for you, Khurram and me. Any watery curry will do, I have morning rotis to stuff down with it, got it?), Devki updated.

"My name is Tanvi"

"Mujhe lund farak nahi padta tera naam kya hai. Aaj ki raat tu meri Chikni hai. Bas wahi naam pakad ke chal" (I don't give a fuck difference what your name is. Tonight you are my Chikni. Just stick with that name, got it?)

Before Tanvi could reply, she heard the older woman continuing.

"Oye, itna mat moot darr ke maare. Pehli baar aayi hai na is nali mein? Jab tak Khurramji and main tere saath hai, randi-baazi karne ki zaroorat nahi. Koi tujhe ungli nahi karega. Woh Moti saali ko hamesha mujhse khujli rehti thi. Mujhe woh kutiya kabhi pasand nahi tha, saali-aurat!" (Oh, and don't piss yourself too much out of fear. This is your first time in this gutter, right? As long as Khurramji and I are with you, no need to act like a desperate whore. No one will touch or trouble you. That ugly fat bitch always had a problem with me. I never liked that slut, ever!), Devki laughed loudly by referring to Safiya.

Tanvi nodded yes and started what need to be done. This was the first time she was preparing something for so many people. She found some Dal and started with it. Through the tiny window at the cooking stove where she stood, she found Khurram sitting on a chair next to a table nearby, and Devki joining him to talk. She couldn’t hear what they discussed but heard and saw Devki giggling at what he was telling her. After a bit of time, she was ready with the curry. Then she located the Rotis and proceeded to heat it up, she was also feeling hungry by now, and was desperate to fill her stomach. But the face of unknown, what Khurram had planned, made her nervous. She pulled the elastic panty bottom to cover her crotch to a decent way, but when her fingers got the soaked state of her pussy, she was mortified and embarrassed. It was her own dirty liquid! She was literally dripping!!

Once ready, she prepared three plates with Curry and took some Rotis to outside where the older couple sat and were busy talking. When they saw her approaching, both stopped talking and looked at her.

"Aha...toh tu badhiya paka leti hai, Chikni. Maine socha nahi tha ki tere jaisi randi aisa khana banayegi, iski mehak hi bata rahi hai ki ye saalan utna hi masaledaar hai jitni tu khud hai" (Aaha...so you are a good cook, Chikni. I never thought a whore like you would cook like this, the smell itself tells me this curry is as spicy and tasty as you are), Devki smiled at her. 

"Ab se mujhe kuch swaad ka khane ko milega" (From now on, I will get to gorge on something tasty), Devki laughed with loud slurp of her fingers.

"Ji, thank you", Tanvi replied with a pretended smile...but was not able to catch what the woman just blurted. "From now on?", her head raced with those words..."What does that mean?"

"Let's eat. I am starving", Khurram started and it was followed by Devki and Tanvi. She was not answered on her last question, and it started to make her worry. But, she sat on the aluminium chair. Tanvi was uncomfortable when her soaked panty and legging started to get cold due to their wet state. But, she ate in silence.

"Gazab banaya hai re Chikni. Aisi dal kabhi nahi khayi. Accha hua us akal-ki-andhi Moti ko nahi laya aaj, us saali ko toh bas bakre ka ghosht banana aata hai aur wo bhi ekdum raddi" (You've made it amazing, Chiknk. Never ate dal and roti with such taste. Good that you didn't bring that brain-dead Moti tonight, Khurramji, only thing that bitch knows is to make mutton curry and that too absolutely awful), Devki complemented her.

Once done, both Khurram and Devki remain seated, indicating in silence that it was Tanvi's job to clear the table and cleanup. Tanvi mumbled her protests silently as she cleaned up. The cleaning water was kept at one side of the house, outside, to a corner. It was in a bucket, and no table. Tanvi had zero option than to squat on her legs to clean this up.

"Oye hoye, ye kya maal dikh raha hai yahan?" (Oh my my, what kind of rich meat are we seeing here?), Devki giggled like an animal.

Tanvi almost sprang up to stand feom her squatted position when she heard Devki's devilish voice from behind.

"Badi haraami badtameez hai tu, haina?" (You are a real naughty and insolent one, aren't you?), Devki was not looking at her face. Her eyes were now clearly focused at her thigh-joint where her greyish white panty was exposed through the long crack.

"Ji, I...I...", Tanvi was lost for words.

"Hmm...maine suna hai is sab ke baare mein. Maafi mat maang...aakhir...tu jawan hai...aur jawan logon ki apni bhook-pyaas hoti hai, haina?" (Hmm... I’ve heard about all that. No need for sorries...after all...you are young...and young people have their own hunger and thirst and needs, right?)

"Ji...hmm", Tanvi was lost on what to reply.

"Accha, ab kuch log khane ke liye aane wale hain. Toh behtar hoga teri nangi-naach band kare aur dhang ke kapde pehan le, andar ja...maine tere liye kuch nikaal ke rakha hai pehenne ko...chal... jaldi kat le" (Okay, some people are coming to gorge now. So it's better you stop this naked-dance and put on some decent clothes, go inside...I’ve kept something for you to wear...go...move it quickly), Devki nodded towards an open door from Kitchen to inside her home.

She stumbled into the room Devki had pointed out, a cramped, miserable box that barely held a single rusted cot and a lone cupboard. The floor was ice-cold under her bare feet, and a foul, biting stench of old dampness and human salt rose from the walls, making her throat constrict with a suppressed heave.

Tanvi heard a buzz from her phone and she saw Khurram's message.

"Wear the clothes that Devki gives you. Make sure NOT to wear anything under...If I see that panty, I will tear everything out of you and parade you literally naked here, later don't tell me that I didn't warn you"

The very ask for not to wear anything inside made her pussy jolt.

She felt like suffocating while breathing inside the tiny, and dirty room was of mildew and unwashed floors.

On the bed lay the "outfit", a coarse, brown cotton saree, weathered and thin, looking exactly like the rags Devki used to wrap her own withered frame.

With trembling fingers, Tanvi stripped.

She peeled off the ruined top and the torn, damp leggings, her breath coming in shallow, panicked whimpers. As she finally hooked her fingers into the elastic of her greyish-white panty and slid it down, a wave of pure, unadulterated vulnerability crashed over her. She felt too naked, too exposed to the filth of the room. The thought of unknown, low-class men, the laborers from the bus, walking into that place at any moment while she stood there bare made her pussy bloom with a shamed, involuntary and sinful wetness.

She couldn’t figure out why her body was reacting to such dirty ask from Khurram and hated herself for feeling that way. But, the primal fear that was manifesting as arousal. She wasn't meant for this; she was a woman of decency, used to power and clean linens, not this gutter-level reality where she was being renamed and repackaged as 'Chikni".

She began to wrap the coarse cloth around her waist. There was no blouse, no petticoat, nothing to anchor the fabric. Remembering how Devki wore it, she pulled the pallu over her naked shoulder, but without a bra, her soft mounds felt precariously loose and unbalanced. Every time she breathed, the rough cotton grazed her hardened nipples, making them throb and peak obscenely against the thin fabric.

The horror deepened as she realized the saree wasn't wide enough for her height. No matter how she tucked it, the hem barely reached her mid-thighs, leaving a scandalous length of her shapely, fair and yellowish toned legs completely bare to the world. With nothing underneath, every step felt like an invitation to disaster. She felt like a broken human, dressed in a rag that barely hid her shame, waiting for the door to open and the "worker-guests" to arrive.

With nothing underneath, a major portion of her legs and a ton load of her upper body were exposed to the world.

"Ho gayi? Ki abhi bhi aaine mein thopda dekh rahi hai?" (Done? Or are you still staring at your face in the mirror?), Devki’s voice rang with a steep pinch into her ears as the old woman barged inside the tiny room.

"Ji", Tanvi half-whispered with fear while trying to hold the dirty fabric over her chest.

Tanvi stood shivering, her heart hammer-drubbing against her ribs as the older woman’s gaze dived straight at the vertical tear that was vividly displayed on the leggings she removed earlier and kept on the bed.

"Badi nautanki kar rahi ho? Aakhir maine jo naam diya wahi sahi nikla... ekdum raseeli Chikni hai tu!" (You are bigger player, huh? Ooh-the name I gave you is perfect... you really are a Chikni!), Devki's grunt was menacingly arousing to Tanvi at that point.

Tanvi gasped audibly when she saw Devki's stare.

The old woman wasn't looking at Tanvi’s face, instead she was measuring the meat of her inner thigh with a professional, predatory squint. The way she spat the word 'Chikni' made Tanvi feel like a piece of expensive meat that was meant for sale!

"Ji, I...I mean...my leggings got torn earlier, sorry," Tanvi stammered, her voice a thin, pathetic reed. She felt a surge of nauseating remorse, why was she apologizing to this filthy creature? 

"Abey jaa, ispe sorry kya? Sun liya maine sab...jawaani ka josh hai, sabki apni zaroorat hoti hai, haina?" (Forget it, what’s there to be sorry about? I’ve heard it all...it’s the heat of youth, everyone has their own needs, right?), Devki added with a low, raspy chuckle that suggested she knew exactly how many times Khurram had claimed her that day. 

Tanvi could only manage a hollow "Ji..." as response because her mind was reeling due to her private trauma being turned into a dirty joke by a woman who smelled of supari and sweat.

"Areey Saali randi ladki! Aise pehente hain kya? Bilkul ganwar hai!" (You damn whore-woman... is this how you wear it? You’re a total illiterate!), Devki grumbled, stomping closer. 

Tanvi was unable to move and inch with mortification flooding her head when Devki came and stood next to her within extreme proximity and a stare that gave her shivers...the older woman was judging her!

She couldn't stop the woman when she started to hold the cloth she wore and started re-working of it on her.

Devki didn't just adjust the cloth; she attacked it. Her rough, blackened fingers dived into Tanvi’s waist, shoving the cotton down past her navel, exposing her flat belly and the curve of her hips. 

With an ease of a professional, the older woman adjusted the cloth at her hips, pushing it down her waist, folding the cloth to make a strong knot, and adjusted her pallu, as the cloth was cotton, it gave a comfortable protection to her breasts but, once Devki adjusted the pallu at her shoulder and pulled it back to her waist knot, Tanvi let out a gasp. 

Devki folded the cloth into a brutally hard, and thick knot right above Tanvi’s pubic bone. Her fingers clearly grazed over Tanvi's lower belly - way too close to her privates that made the young woman to jolt of shock.

"Kitna chikna badan hai tera...Khurram Saab ne aise hi thodi na uthaya tujhe... pata hai na kyun laaya hai yahan?" (You have such a smooth body...Khurram Saab didn't just pick you up for nothing... do you even know why he brought you here?)

Tanvi gasped as Devki grabbed the pallu. Instead of a modest wrap, the older woman pulled the fabric taut only across the center of Tanvi’s breasts, pinning it at the shoulder and tucking it back into the low-slung waist knot. Devki was staring hard at Tanvi's pointed pinkish red nipples with eyes of wonderment.

Tanvi’s breath hitched in a sob of mortification. 

The cloth covered her breasts, yes, but it was in a way that the pallu started at her groin, then spread only to cover her breasts from front, and exposed her shoulder and back till waist. Both sides of her breasts were unclothed in a dirty, obscene fashion, and she felt that free-swaying of her breast weight like a shameful hammer on her head. 

It was at that point she saw her legs, when Devki pulled and made the knot at her lower waist, the cloth rode up her legs, and she stood with the cloth hardly reaching her mid-thighs, the hem was below her ass, and a bit more, giving her protection but at the same time exposing her legs in a wicked, evil and vulgar manner. The hem had ridden up even further; she was standing there with her legs exposed almost to her crotch, the cloth barely shielding her nakedness.

If someone took a good look or if she bent or squat, the cloth would ride up to her waist, exposing her naked sex to the whole world, unabashedly naked!

"Ab lag rahi hai na bilkul chakaaz-maal tu ek khadak item hai-re! Chal-ab, do plate saalan aur roti nikal, grahak baahar khade hain." (Now you look like a real juicy item! Go, get two plates of curry and bread, the customers are standing outside), Devki updated, her eyes flashing with a wicked, vulgar satisfaction.

"Accha, suno Chikni, do-do plate khana leka aa ab. Do chutiyon banda aake baitha hain udhar" (Chikni, get two plates of Curry and Rotis, there are two assholes waiting outside to eat), Devki updated and walked out.

Tanvi stood idle for a moment, with a forced weight on her, her bare legs already more exposed than she ever wished to be flashing and her breasts juggling obscenely under the single layer of cotton with each heavy and stressed breath she took.

"Waitress? Am I? In this dress? Shit, should I say no and run from here? But to where? I didn't carry any money with me and even if I ran, where is this place?", extremely worrying thoughts ran inside her head as she walked back to the Kitchen and robotically prepared the order given by the older woman. 

While she readied the plates, she took a look outside through the tiny window and found two dirty and slimy looking men sitting next to Khurram and Devki's table. She saw their tool bags and noted that they would've returned after work, and immediately her mind drifted to the man whom she serviced in the train, an unwanted comparison with Dattu darted into her head in an instant. 

Despite the revolting thoughts, she took the plates and walked out.

As Tanvi stepped out of the shadows, the silence that fell was more shameful than any noise.

The stench of beedi mixed with grime and filth were everywhere around her despite they all being in an open space.

A sharp tremor of fear came through her spine when she looked at the people who were seated next to Khurram and Devki!

And...they saw her!

[Aavesh9]

Great people who are reading this story, 

Please take a moment to give something back. I hesitate to ask, because it feels awkward to request all the kind-hearted people like you to reply. But here we are.

Even responses like "please update" or "waiting for the next chapter" are certainly appreciated. But honestly? Posting chapter after chapter, only to receive little appreciation or one single constructive criticism in return, it can really dishearten any author. It begins to feel like a letdown (though I am not the mastermind behind this erotica).

Not that I can reply on YLTS behalf or something like that - at least a discussion of our viewpoints - would that be too much of ask - I am not sure.

I’ve caught up on all the posts that were delayed or not shared as the author originally intended. And going forward, I have to say - the muted response to what I consider a most brilliant story (mind-blowing, in fact, regardless of whether the scenes suits my personal taste or not - I’ve read and re-read this multiple times) and still it is simply not enough for me. 

Apart from a few devoted followers, it seems hardly few others take a moment to say something - good or bad - that might spur inspiration to other great authors in this place.

So, to everyone who’s been silently reading: your words matter. That is the fuel of every writer’s motivation - and the only one fuel.


So, my good friends - see you all soon - take care of yourself, your health, and your loved ones!

[Thilka]

Interesting don't worry he is the best. I read story from exbii times. This Story is dark and fabulous. Keep moving. All the best

[Thilka]

It is very rare to find stories like this. Even I tried in another forum like literotica.waiting for another story also.

[xossissippi]

Amazing Amazing update Aavesh Sir! I am yet to read the new one. Before that I thought I will share some thoughts that I had written few weeks back after the update when Khurram finally achieved what he always wanted... I think update 70:

"I don't even know from where should I begin... The experience is something else like nothing I have ever read before. I have already re-read this over and over again and I have lost counts, but each time it feels new like I am reading it for the first time. The ordeal of Tanvi with Khurram and her contradictory state of emotions.... one thing that is certain is that, it is extremely erotic when Tanvi is a willing participant.

The blowjob session while conversing with Khurram, in a seducing voice, yet innocent face, and willful surrender was very very erotic to read. She does so many things unexpected that even Khurram (who has claimed to have bed many women) feel like an inexperienced or amateur man in front of her - Like a virgin who couldn't believe things are really happening.

I have to say this, in every update, each line of text that has been chosen feels like verses of a beautiful poem. You can't help but re-read over and over again and yet it doesn't satisfy you and you keep begging for more!"

That update was something else! I had re-read it countless times and was spent like anything lol. I am reading it now and it still feels new! The magic is still intact! That was peak!

I am pretty sure with the next ones YTLS is building the story towards another massive peak. There's so much to comment on and appreciate. I will probably do it better next time..

[xossissippi]

Great people who are reading this story, 

Please take a moment to give something back. I hesitate to ask, because it feels awkward to request all the kind-hearted people like you to reply. But here we are.

Even responses like "please update" or "waiting for the next chapter" are certainly appreciated. But honestly? Posting chapter after chapter, only to receive little appreciation or one single constructive criticism in return, it can really dishearten any author. It begins to feel like a letdown (though I am not the mastermind behind this erotica).

Not that I can reply on YLTS behalf or something like that - at least a discussion of our viewpoints - would that be too much of ask - I am not sure.

I’ve caught up on all the posts that were delayed or not shared as the author originally intended. And going forward, I have to say - the muted response to what I consider a most brilliant story (mind-blowing, in fact, regardless of whether the scenes suits my personal taste or not - I’ve read and re-read this multiple times) and still it is simply not enough for me. 

Apart from a few devoted followers, it seems hardly few others take a moment to say something - good or bad - that might spur inspiration to other great authors in this place.

So, to everyone who’s been silently reading: your words matter. That is the fuel of every writer’s motivation - and the only one fuel.


So, my good friends - see you all soon - take care of yourself, your health, and your loved ones!

I agree with you! C'mon guys lets share our thoughts and what we felt after reading this masterpiece. Maybe in that way we could honor the soul of our belated but beloved YLTS.

Please do share your thoughts... maybe that's what YTLS would've wanted from us...  

[Nobita]

Very nice update...

[Nobita]

Waiting for more

[Aavesh9]

Interesting don't worry he is the best. I read story from exbii times. This Story is dark and fabulous. Keep moving. All the best

It is very rare to find stories like this. Even I tried in another forum like literotica.waiting for another story also.

Appreciated big time!

Glad, and really happy to see this coming. A big thank you, Sir!

Shall see how this progresses. I am sure it won't be yet another slum-gang-fantasy up and running...YLTS is not known for that sort for sure. There is something else to come, I am sure of it.

[Aavesh9]

Amazing Amazing update Aavesh Sir! I am yet to read the new one. Before that I thought I will share some thoughts that I had written few weeks back after the update when Khurram finally achieved what he always wanted... I think update 70:

"I don't even know from where should I begin... The experience is something else like nothing I have ever read before. I have already re-read this over and over again and I have lost counts, but each time it feels new like I am reading it for the first time. The ordeal of Tanvi with Khurram and her contradictory state of emotions.... one thing that is certain is that, it is extremely erotic when Tanvi is a willing participant.

The blowjob session while conversing with Khurram, in a seducing voice, yet innocent face, and willful surrender was very very erotic to read. She does so many things unexpected that even Khurram (who has claimed to have bed many women) feel like an inexperienced or amateur man in front of her - Like a virgin who couldn't believe things are really happening.

I have to say this, in every update, each line of text that has been chosen feels like verses of a beautiful poem. You can't help but re-read over and over again and yet it doesn't satisfy you and you keep begging for more!"

That update was something else! I had re-read it countless times and was spent like anything lol. I am reading it now and it still feels new! The magic is still intact! That was peak!

I am pretty sure with the next ones YTLS is building the story towards another massive peak. There's so much to comment on and appreciate. I will probably do it better next time..

True to your words, Sir.
There isn't much that I can add to your words here. I've been personally reading and re-reading this story multiple times already. Some may feel too much to read - but the effort that goes behind - truly and absolutely commendable, and it deserve kudos (or more I don't know how to express it here, really)

YLTS (no need to explain more), name itself says everything.

Best.

[Aavesh9]

Very nice update...

Waiting for more

Of course...on it's way (it will reach tomorrow)

[masti.bhai]

One of the best, sir!
God speed

[Aavesh9]

One of the best, sir!
God speed

Yes Sir! posting shortly

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-84:



While she readied the plates for the men outside, she took a look through the tiny window and saw two filthy looking men sitting next to Khurram and Devki's table. She saw their tool bags and assumed that they would've returned after work. By looking at them, her mind raced immediately to the man whom she serviced in the train, and an unwanted comparison between all of those whom she met that evening and night with Dattu...and she was totally unable to rationalize why that thought darted into her head at an instant. 


Despite the revolting thoughts, she took the plates and walked out.

As Tanvi stepped out of the shadows, the silence that fell was more shameful than any noise.

The stench of beedi mixed with grime and filth were everywhere around her despite they all being in an open space.

A sharp tremor of fear came through her spine when she looked at the people who were seated next to Khurram and Devki!

And...they saw her!


Tanvi heard few gasps, and it came with lewd whistles, very much audible and as she looked past Khurram and Devki, it was evident that the voices came from the workers whose faces clearly conveyed their shock and surprise as she approached their table.

"Arre Mausi, ye kaunsa naya maal leke diya tune?" (Mausi, what kind of new piece of meat have you brought us tonight?), one of the men grunted, his voice thick with a sudden, crude excitement.


"Teri beti toh nahi lag rahi, pakka" (She definitely doesn't look like your daughter, that’s for sure), the other chimed in, a yellowed grin stretching across his face.

Everyone laughed at it making Tanvi squirm and dissolve into nothingness.

She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, a searing heat of pure shame. Every step was an agony of exposure. As she leaned forward to place the plates on the low table, the short, coarse saree betrayed her. Without a blouse or bra, her reasonably full and unbound breasts dangled precariously over the edge of the fabric.

The unprotected expanse of the open space, combined with the suffocating terror of being watched, made her nipples stiffen into hard, poking pebbles that protruded visibly against the thin brown cotton. She saw their eyes lock onto her breasts oscillalting, and then devouring the sight of her pale, glowing skin that looked like forbidden silk against the filth of the saree she was cladded in.

"Pani de re, Chikni! Gale mein atak raha hai tujhe dekh ke" (Give us some water, Chikni! It’s getting stuck in my throat just looking at you), the first man demanded, his eyes never leaving the swell of her breasts, especially looking at the two sharp and pointed edge of her nipples.

Tanvi retreated to the kitchen, her breath coming in panicked gulps. Her body felt like it didn't belong to her anymore, Khurram and Devki turned her into a spectacle, a piece of meat being graded.

When she returned with the water, Khurram was leaning back on the tiny steel chair, with a dark, cruel grin playing on his lips, while Devki watched her with a look of pure, transactional amusement.

"Kaun hai ye, Mausi?" (Who is she, Mausi?), the man asked again, shoving a massive clump of dal-soaked roti into his mouth. 

"Isne banaya hai kya? Bada swaad hai... agar ye yahan dikhne wali hai, toh main har roz naashta aur khana yahin khayega" (Did she cook this? It’s very tasty... if she’s going to be seen here, then I’ll eat my breakfast and dinner right here every day)

"Meri bhanji hai re, Sundar. Aur haan, ab se ye yahin kaam karegi. Roz aana mat bhoolna" (She’s my niece, Sundar. And yes, from now on she’ll be working here. Don’t forget to come every day), Devki giggled, the sound like dry leaves skittering on a grave.

"What!!!", the word dried in Tanvi’s throat, reduced to a horrified whisper. "I will work here? From now on? What the hell does that mean? My-God...what is happening? Will Khurramji abandon me here? In this mad place? Oooh!", she looked at Khurram, her eyes pleading for a denial, but he only gave a slow, terrifying nod, his gaze commanding her to stay in her role.

"Acha... toh teri bhanji hai. Naam kya hai maal ka? Shadi-shuda hai kya?" (Right... so she's your niece. What’s this piece's name? Is she married or what?) the other man asked, gobbling his food like he was trying to swallow the room whole.

"Ye meri Chikni bhanji hai, bas itna kaafi hai tere liye" (She is my Chikni niece, that's enough for you), Devki dismissed him with a sharp flick of her hand.

Tanvi opened her mouth to protest, to scream that she was a person and not a whore, but the door creaked again. Three more workers, even filthier than the first, their clothes caked in cement dust and grease, stumbled in. 

Despite those fleeting thoughts of dismay,  Tanvi clearly noticed how the workers stopped dead when they saw her, the shock on their eyes so heavy it was almost like a remembrance, just like the first time when Dattu's face read when he caught her running wild away from his clutches and caught her. A cold shiver came across her body making her whimper with desperation and carnally devilish ecstasy, despite her severely fateful situation. 

"Bilkul filmi heroine jaisi lag rahi hai re. Kaun hai tu?" (You look exactly like a film actress. Who the hell are you?), one of the three new men finally managed to stammer.

"Me?, Tanvi’s voice was a ghost of itself.

"Arre, apna bak-bak band karo aur baitho. Wo khana degi tumhein. Meri laddli ladki, ja teen thali aur laga, jaldi kat le!" (Stop your nonsense and sit down to eat. She’ll give you food. You girl, go get three more plates, move it quickly!), Devki half-barked at her.

As Tanvi fled back to the kitchen, the room behind her erupted into a fever of lewd curiosity.

"Sach-mai, aun hai ye, Mausi?" (Who is she really, Mausi?)

"Itni garam cheez kahan se pakad layi?" (Where did you catch such a hot thing from?)

"Umar kya hogi iski?" (What would her age be?)

"Ab se yahin rahegi kya?" (Is she going to stay here from now on?)

"Kuch chance milega kya humein?" (Will we get any chance with her?)

"Main toh ab din-raat yahin pada rahoonga." (I’m going to be lying around here day and night now)

Tanvi’s hands shook with fear of unknown and the metal plates clattered. She felt a wave of nauseating terror creeping into her spine. They were talking about her like she was a new dish on a menu.

"Suno-be haramiyon, dhyan se sun lo. Meri bhanji hai ye, samjhe? Kaun yahan khane aata hai aur kaun roz thopda dikhata hai, sab dekhungi main... tabhi kuch baat aage badhegi... warna NAHI" (Listen you bastards, listen carefully. She is my niece, got it? I’ll watch who comes here to eat and who shows their face every day... only then will things move forward... otherwise, NO!), Devki replied, her voice cold and business-like.

The implication hit Tanvi like a hammer on her head...a punch to her lower belly...

"What nonsense are they talking about!"

"Arrey-Mausi, ek baar...bad ek baar bol de, phir dekh kya koga idhar...tujhe maalamal karega ek baar tu haan kare to. Uss Chikni ki khana itna zordaar hai to uski asli paani kitna meetha hoga?" (Devki Mausi, one time...just once...you give your Greenhithe just one time and then see what will happen. If the food made by that Chkni is this good then how tasty would her 'water' taste like?, the man named Sundar laughed so lewdly that Tanvi felt the prangs of his words turning like pin-ends and pricking her skin all over... 

"Sabar ka, Sundar. Tere chance bhi aayega, ab khao barabar, baad main pina bhi milega tujhe" (Relax, Sundar...you just relax and eat now. Chance to drink that 'water' will arrive...you will get the chance to drink it!), Devki’s tone was so heavy and mixed with dramatic pointer at Tanvi.

"What the hell! Does she mean I'm going to be for sale? She’ll let them have me if they bring business? Oh-My-God! Is this what Khurramji meant...that I have to open my legs for whoever he chooses? Oh-Gawd!", her knees buckled, and she had to lean against the soot-covered kitchen wall to keep from collapsing.

"Chalo ab, Mausi, itne saal se tu hi toh sab setting karti aayi hai hamare liye. Ab paise ke liye kyon ro rahi hai? Isliye ki ye Randi itni garam hai? Hamein pata hai ye teri bhanji-wanji nahi hai. Aaj pagaar mili hai hamein... ek chance de de Mausi. Hum dhang se khayega or piyega bhi, tu toh jaanti hai hamein?" (Come on now, Mausi, you’ve been the one arranging everything for us all these years. Why cry for money now? Is it because this whore is so hot? We know she isn't your niece. We got paid today... give us a chance, Mausi. We’ll treat her right, you know us, don't you?)

Tanvi heard the statements and few more whistles as she brought the food for the three new men who sat opposite to Khurram and Devki, watching her every moves. She was clearly aware of the heat she felt from their dirty looks.

Everyone, every male who sat there gawked at her semi-naked state, but more like naked itself and her exposed features like vultures planning to eat it's prey. 

Despite the cold wind, she felt it...the heat creeping from her feet, the cold increasing ik her heart, making her legs hot, and ending it right at her core to a cold shudder...her pussy felt the heat...her body felt the cold...both contradicting physical opposites hitting her with shame and embarrassment, she noticed her sex getting excited...all of it for totally unwelcome people and situation.

Every step she took, her breasts bounced, ass swayed, and nipples poked out giving everyone clear indication of what was covered underneath.

"What's your name, slut?", one of the three men stopped her by holding her wrist as she placed his plate on the table.

"Saala, leave her at once. Birmal, I told you many times not to disturb the girls who come here except when I saw yes, you forgot what happened last time?", Devki sprang up and released the hold with a seething look at the seated man named Birmal.

Tanvi turned her head to Khurram seeking silent help. But he just remained seated, without any visible expression on his face. He was enjoying it...her discomfort...her degradation...all of it.

"Okay okay...I am living here, see? But, Mausi, you have to let us have a taste otherwise you won't do business here, you know it well", another man from the three gave a threat.

Suddenly a horn from the front of the Devki's house stopped everyone from talking. 

Tanvi's vision wqs blurred like it was shattered of her lost dignity in the flickering light, her bare, naked shoulders shivering as the five men tracked her every movement with the eyes of starving dogs.

"Tera naam kya hai re, randi?" (What's your name, you slut?), one of the three new arrivals almost howled like an animal. 

As Tanvi leaned forward, her unbound breasts swaying precariously within the loose brown rag, he reached out and clamped a calloused, grime-stained hand around her slender wrist, pinning her as she tried to place his plate.

Tanvi’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. The touch was electrical and filthy, the rough skin of his palm a direct violation.

"Abey saale, abhi ke abhi haath chhod iska! Birmal, tujhe kitni baar samjhaya hai ki yahan aane wali chhoriyon ko hamesha mat chhed jab tak main 'haan' na bolun? Pichli baar ka bhool gaya kya jo haalat hui thi teri?" (You bastard, leave her hand right now! Birmal, how many times have I explained to you not to bother the girls who come here until I say 'yes'? Have you forgotten what happened to you last time?), Devki sprang up, her voice was a high pitched snarl as she slapped his hand away and glared at the man named Birmal.

Tanvi’s head whipped toward Khurram, her eyes wide, brimming with a suffocating, silent plea for help. 

"Please, do something!", she was appalled with terror and silently begged to Khurram.

But, Khurram didn't move. He sat there, his silhouette dark against the soot-stained wall, a faint, sadistic curl to his lips. He wasn't just watching, he was savoring the slutty parade of the slut that he created out of her, looking with an animal glee of her trembling knees, deriving evil pleasure if her public branding as a 'Chikni,' and cruelly happy at the way the laborers were mentally stripping her bare. He was drinking in her total degradation.

"Theek hai, theek hai... hum toh yahin pade hain na? Par Mausi, iska thoda swaad toh chakhne dena padega tujhe, warna yahan tera dhanda nahi chalne wala, ye tu bhi acche se jaanti hai," (Okay, okay... we’re staying right here, aren't we? But Mausi, you’ll have to let us have a taste of this one, otherwise your business won't run here, you know that well enough yourself), another man from the group threatened, his voice dropping into a low, predatory rumble.

"Sahi bol raha hai Birmal. Aisi raseeli randi to naseeb se milti hai idhar. Iska doodh toh nikalna padega aaj" (Birmal is right. Such a juicy whore is rare in this wretched place. We’ll have to drain her milk today), the third man added, his eyes fixed on the yellow, exposed line of Tanvi’s thigh where the short saree failed to cover her.

Suddenly, another sharp, rhythmic horn from the front of the house cut through the filth-laden air, stopping the lewd banter instantly.

"Oh...koi diesel ke liye tapak gaya bahar. Main abhi aayi... lekin agar kisi ne bhi koi galat harkat ki na, toh dekh lena Devki kaun hai. Jaante toh ho hi mujhe, toh majboor mat karna dikhane ke liye," (Shit... someone has dropped in for Diesel outside. I’ll be back quickly... but if anyone makes even one wrong move, you’ll see who Devki is. You already know me, so don’t force me to show it), Devki spat, her eyes darting a final warning to the five men before she turned to leave.

Tanvi stood frozen, the silence of the room now filled with the heavy, synchronized breathing of five men who were no longer eating, but waiting. She felt the cold air on her naked shoulder and the terrifying and contradicting wet heat of her own arousal and fear mixing beneath the thin cotton, leaving her utterly helpless in a place where she would never in her normal life would walk in.

"Pick that food waist, Chikni", Tanvi heard Khurram's voice.

"Finally, he's helping", a tiny smile spread on Tanvi's face as she looked at Khurram to check what he was asking her for. She saw the table cleaning cloth next to his feet. He could easily take it, but as she was servicing, it was her job. She bent forward immediately without any additional thought to it.

"Oh-Good-God!", she heard her voice yelling inside her head the moment she bent to pick the dirty cloth, the damage was already done!

When Tanvi moved to pick the waist, it was a reflex like she did at home. It didn't occur to her what and how she was doing it then!

The damage!

She didn't crouch on her knees, she just leaned her upper torso forward and in that effort, the damage was already complete!

She froze a moment with an unknown emotion blanketing her!

The hem of her cloth at her upper thighs rode high...way too high to expose her ass and clean shaved pussy allowing a sleazy feast to whoever was seated behind her.

And that uncensored view was, to all the five workers!

She just flashed her unprotected and naked pussy and ass to the workers. Her face turned beet red with embarrassment and fright and she stood back immediately. Gasping...heaving...and unable to decide what she has to do to minimise the shame.

"That also, ladki", Khurram nodded again to her feet.

To her horror, he was indicating at some food waist, dirty, lying on the ground. She had no option that listen. Her knees bent to a crouch immediately as she didn't want that expose to be repeated.

"Properly, take it properly, and clean it like you did earlier", she heard his voice and looked up to him with a plea.

Instead of helping her, she was shocked  to read a silent message from the old bastard..."show your dirty holes to these dirty assholes". Her facial expression changed to pure terror at the 'ask'. "He wants me to expose myself! Oh-God! Why...why did I succumb to this asshole of a man...why!!!", but she knew screaming or shouting at him or her choices were of no use. His presence at that place was the only comforting point. 

Without having any confidence to look behind, Tanvi lifted her hips up, and once again dropped her upper body forward and then face down, stretching her hand to pick the food waist. 

The action was simple...but the outcome - severe!

The cold air of the night hit her privates like needles entering her skin. Tanvi felt the reality surrounding her turning into nightmare.

The five men who were spellbound when they got the first view first time, and this time, their mouths were tied their breaths held when they saw the hottest female they ever laid eyes in real life, bending again, allowing them to have the unobstructed view of her privates. Some of them had never seen a woman like her even in their wildest fantasies. Some of them had seen porn but not a living and breathing doll like Tanvi.

But, none of them had seen a woman with her private parts that were shaved...and clean...and pink...and ripe...it was all in front of them...hardly few feet away...their eyes bulged out of their sockets when they watched at her bending forward once again. 

The hem of her cloth lifted up from her shapely thighs. The cloth slowly dragged up behind her. The long and pinkish red folds of her pussy got displayed and they took a good view her ass...her two beautifully chiselled globes of pleasure being shown to them shamelessly...to their eyes...to quench that carnal thirst of lust they all held...

As her pussy felt the cold air moving freely on her labials, a sort of euphoria creeper into her mind. The depravity of being naked in public, again...with her full knowledge, the fateful sensations of hot liquid smearing her insides was announced into her brain.

Tanvi had to bite her lips to control her sleazy moan.

Once done with picking the waste and cleaning it, Tanvi lifted to stand up properly. She was clear about the enormity of the damage she brought onto her. But, with no choice given by Khurram, she had to run through the night...no chance left...

Tanvi walked straight back to Kitchen to clean her hands, she felt like she was a real whore for the low-class men. It was dirty. As she almost ran-walked and cleaned, her heart was racing a mile a second. She pulled her cloth a bit down, but it would not slide further. The hold of the knot was too strong at her waistline, or to be more precie - at her pubic-spot, few inchest above her sensitive nubbin.

While doing it, she gasped when she saw where Devki made the knot of her cloth in front. 

Her belly was fully unclothed and exposed, her breasts hung just with the grip of the cotton material, sides of her pale skin was more than half-exposed. It was held just an inch above her pubic hair, the little of what Khurram left on her after shaving all of what she had originally.

The men had seen all of it. She felt her rock hard nipples becoming engorged further. But, didn't knew how to counter her body's dirty reactions. She heard Devki returning back, and this time a driver also came along and sat next to Khurram.

"Chikni, ek aur plet leke aa" (Chikni, get one more plate), Tanvi heard the voice of Devki clearly.

She moved quick, and took a plate with the Curry and Rotis to the newly arrived man. Same reaction. Shock at first, then amusement and finally the heat of his lust. 

She saw all of that coming from the obese man who sat next to her old man. "My old man! Why would Khurramji be my old man!", a naughty thought escaped her mind and dismissed it immediately. It was not her problem now.

She was objectified, exposed and was at the brink of getting manhandled right there. Though the new comer was an obese looking man, Tanvi was so sure that if all the men decided to do something bad to her, he wouldn't be able to do much. She feared the outcome and it made her knees tremble.

"Tera naam kya hai re chhokri? Aur ye maal kahan se dhund nikaali, Devki?" (What's your name, girl? And where the hell did you find this piece of meat, Devki?), the obese looking Driver asked, his voice a rowdy, gravelly grinding between his teeth.

The obese man, he was a Driver as she deduced by his Khakhi color shirt and was seated next to Khurram and asked her questions. The air changed very much than few minutes ago. It was clear to her that the Driver wasn't just a worker, he was a person who knew he owned the place.

Tanvi was clearly made understood of the dynamics. There was a sort of fear element in everyone's faces all of a sudden. The same fear creeped into her as well.

But for some reason, Khurram did not look happy with the new addition. His facial expression clearly said that animosity to the obese Driver.

"Abhi ke liye ise Chikni hi bulao, Gowdaji. Meri bhanji hai, shehar se aayi hai meri madad karne. Ab main budhi ho rahi hoon na, dekh hi rahe ho?" (Call her Chikni for now, Gowdaji. She's my niece from out of town, came here to help me. I'm getting old, you see?), Devki replied smoothly. 

Tanvi let out a sharp, trembling gasp of relief, her vocal cords too paralyzed by shame to offer her real name. She didn't wanted to...but she felt the need to tell him her real name for some unknown reason.

"Hmm...Chikni? Jachta hai is par. Hai toh ekdum garam maal hai, ispe kuch shak nahi. Aur Khurram, aapka kya haal? Bahit saalon baad dikhe yahan. Pichli baar toh woh Moti Safiya thi aapke saath, haina?" (Hmm...Chikni? Suits her. She's one hot bitch, of course. And what about you, Khurram? Haven't seen you here for a long time. Last time, Safiya, was with you, right?), Gowda grunted, his eyes never leaving Tanvi’s shivering form.

"Ji. She didn't want to come tonight," Khurram replied, his voice devoid of any protective warmth but no visible anger either.

"Acha...toh ab Devki ki bhanji ki haath lag gayi hai, kyun?" (Ah, so you've got your hands on Devki's niece instead, eh?)

"Ji, yes," Khurram’s tone was hollow, transactional. Tanvi’s knees knocked together under the short hem of the saree. 

A sickening realization crawled over her...Gowda knew the history of this place, the exchange of Khurram and Devki, and the specific roles they played. She felt like an item on a ledger being audited.

Most importantly, she clearly noticed how Gowda addressed her old man 'Khurram', there was no respect, and the tone with which Khurram replied back was not carrying much authority.

Tanvi wondered what it was that she missed to see properly.

"Hamare saath baith na, Chokkri. Sharma kyun rahi hai?" (Why don't you sit with us, Girl? Why are you acting so shy?), Gowda looked up, his eyes locking onto her breasts, tracking the rhythmic, terrified bounce of her unbound mounds against the thin fabric until his gaze settled on the dark, hard points of her nipples.

"Baith ja ladki, Gowdaji apne khaas dost hain," (Sit with him girl, Gowdaji is our close friend), Devki commanded, her voice leaving no room for refusal.

Tanvi sank onto the chair next to Gowda, facing Devki and Khurram next to Gowda. Her knees trembled...her heart went from drums to wild beats...her head tried to slow down from racing into craziness...her spine felt a dreadful chill starting at it's lowest point...and it increased...slowly...but that chill increased it's intensity that made her unable to gasp properly...

The chair was a cold, backless steel frame. As she sat, the short, coarse saree rode up dangerously. She fought a losing battle, her hands frantically trying to keep the hem from creeping past her hips, but it was useless.

The men were to her back. As she sat, and as it was back open chair, she had to fight her level best not to allow the hem of the short cloth from creeping beyond her ass. 

The moment she settled, the bare, sensitive skin of her watering pussy made direct, shocking contact with the frigid metal seat. The sudden chill sent a violent, electric tremor straight through her vaginal lips and up her spine. Her entire body jolted, a severe and unmistakable spasm of brutally sinful reaction of her body.

The place erupted. 

The five laborers behind her let out a chorus of filthy laughter that felt like a shower of dirt.

"Dekh is kutti ko kaise tadap rahi hai!" (Look at the bitch, how she’s twitching and throbbing!), one of the men shouted with an evil, chesty laugh.

"Pura garam ho rakhi hai saali andar se!" (The slut is completely burning up from the inside!), another man jeered, the sound of his heavy breathing audible over the clatter of plates.

"Mujhe roti chahiye, Chikni! Jaldi la!" (I need Roti, Chikni! Bring it quick), another yelled, his voice cracking with lewd intent.

"Ja, aur jo unhe chahiye woh de de" (Go, and give them what they need, Gowda grunted in a harsh tone that made her skin crawl.

Tanvi scrambled up, her face burning with a shame so deep she wished the earth would swallow her. She moved with a desperate, hunched posture, trying to hide her exposed, shivering backside from the room full of predators as she fled toward the kitchen.

But, as she turned back to Gowda, she was clearly aware that he was watching her every move and it was not dirty like others did - she felt like the Driver was measuring her inch by inch, making his calculations...plans. Her whole body was at his scrutiny. A low and inaudible moan left from her throat as the heat from his eyes went through her skin. 

Once inside, she looked out to check what Khurram was doing. She found Gowda and Khurram and Devki whispering to each other...and immediately she knew it was no good. She was going to have some trouble...soon.

She came out with Curry and Rotis, and spread to everyone. Though she stood at close proximity to the men, none of them had the dare to touch her. It lasted with their sleazy comments. Then she stood back a bit, behind Devki.

"Idhar, Chokkri...aaja" (Sit here, Hot Woman, next to me), Gowda asked by pulling a chair next to him. 

With the way he kept the chair, it faced all the men opposite them. In fact, Tanvi noted that once she sit on it, she would be facing...them...the lecherous bastards...right at their eyes! 

Tanvi looked at Khurram seeking help, but found none. She saw Devki grinning, and this time she saw it...clearly...the woman was aligned with Khurram. Everything that was happening was in line with what they wanted to happen.

They all watched a crestfallen young woman walking to where Gowda was seated, and placing her ass on the chair next to him. Tanvi tried to look at Khurram one last time, but the beefy body of Gowda blocked her vision. 

As the three continued their small talk in whispers she couldn’t follow and the men continued to gawk and pass lewd comments, Tanvi sat with her arms crossed at her lap and took a good look at the obese and dark toned Driver. 

He looked like a wild animal, a black boar maybe. 

Gowda had the usual Khakhi Driver's uniform as shirt, but below was a lungi folded at his hips. His legs were filled with hair, more like an animal and heavy set, not large belly, but a fat person. His skin was rough and almost black, it reminded her of some villain in a movie she watched long back. It was his overall demeanour that made her shiver with fear. If he was to do something to her, that she really doubted was to happen, then her body would be violated, that was the aura of Gowda as she perceived. 

Tanvi sat pensively and quiet, and with increasing nervousness.

The way her night of dinner with Khurram had turned into a whole opposite of what she thought and everything that was to happen was a huge - unknown.

Tanvi felt a cold, jagged tremor seizing her limbs as she stood in that wretched brown obese monster of a man, every fiber of her being screaming to flee, yet her feet felt rooted in the filth of the floor.

"Wah-re Chokkri, maza aa gaya khane mein! Mast saalan banaya hai tune" (Girl, I really enjoyed eating on this! You’ve made a great curry), Gowda paused an lingered his sandpaper voice making Tanvi to fail to respond.

Grinning at her scared expression, the Driver continued. "Devki ne pehle hi bataya tha ki ye majedaar khana tere hi hathon ka hai. Agli baar jab main tapkunga yahan, toh badhiya macchi launga, mere liye ekdum kadak macchi fry bana dena, samjhi?" (Devki already told me this juicy food was by your hands. Next time I drop in here, I’ll bring some fresh fish, make a real strong and spicy fish fry for me, got it? I like it...SPICEY") Gowda grunted. 

His eyes didn't just looked at her, they feasted on her, going from one are to other with piercing look that got injected into her skin. He was clearly amused by the color tone of her sharp, pointed nipples that were clearly visible through the thin cotton.

Tanvi felt a surge of violent indignation, she wanted to give a slap to that leering face, but the sheer weight of her helplessness forced her to sit and nod in silent, shamed agreement.

Gowda then took the water and sloppily washed his hands, splashing the dirty, grey runoff onto the ground behind him.

"Abey, pochne ke liye kuch de mujhe," (Give me something to wipe with), he barked, turning his massive, towering girthy frame towards her.

The men opposite watched her like hawks, their eyes tracing the vulnerable line of her throat and the tremble in her hands, not missing a single second of her mounting terror.

"Ji...?", Tanvi whispered, her confusion mixing with a sickening sense of dread as she looked at Gowda’s dark, hooded face and his thick, imposing moustache.

"Kaan mein lund ghusa hai kya? Bola na, hath pochne ke liye kuch nikal, Saali Chokkri," (Have you got a dick in your ear? I said, get something for me to wipe my hands, Slut) he repeated, his expression unreadable and cold.

"Main...main...main abhi kitchen se kapda lekar aati hoon" (I...I don't have... I’ll bring a cloth from the kitchen right now), Tanvi replied frantically, starting to rise, her body desperate for any excuse to move away from his suffocating proximity.

"Arrey ladki, kahin jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai re? Tu bas mere paas hi baith! Kapda toh tere paas hi hai, main bas tujhse maang raha tha ki mujhe pakda de," (Woman, there is no need to go anywhere, you just sit right here by me. You have the cloth right there, I was just asking you to hand it over to me), he growled with his gaze dropping to her shoulder, specifically to the loosely dbangd pallu.

"Oh-no... not my dress", Tanvi’s eyes bulged with a startled horror. The realization hit her brain with a fierce jolt that shook her entire body. He wasn't asking for a rag or cloth...

He was asking for her modesty. 

Her mind spiralled, picturing the absolute exposure that would follow. 

She felt herself freezing, her skin crawling as if a thousand insects were skating over her bare shoulders.

"Pyaar se maang raha hoon toh de de, ladki. Khurram aur Devki ko acchi tarah pata hai kya hota hai jab koi meri baat nahi sunta, haina re?" (Give it to me when I'm asking nicely, woman. Khurram and Devki know very well what happens when someone doesn't listen to me, don't they?)  Gowda turned and fixed Khurram with a heavy, venomous stare.

Tanvi saw the brief flash of resistance in Khurram's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, transactional acceptance. He wasn't going to save her. He gave her a sharp, silent nod, permission for her public stripping.

"Oh-God! Noo! Nooo!!! DA'ME!!!" the scream remained trapped behind her teeth, echoing in the hollow of her chest. 

The absolute helplessness of her situation rendered her mute, leaving only a broken, animalistic groan of protest.

He was asking for her saree-pallu to wipe himself!

"Chal ab, de mujhe" (Come-on now, give it to me), Gowda whispered in a very lewd tone with a sly twist of his large, bawdy lips, turning his full, lust-filled face toward her.

Tanvi couldn't move an inch. She was in a statue of pure agony, staring into the driver’s predatory eyes. Tears welled and spilled over, blurring her vision as she realized just how far she had sunk into the very gutter of filth she had always looked down upon. 

Her stomach churned with a wave of nausea so strong she thought she might faint.

"Haraami randi! Teen baar pyaar se bola na maine?" (Bloody whore! I asked you nicely three times, didn't I?), as he roared with a sudden, violent anger, Gowda reached out and gripped the pallu on her shoulder, yanking it down from her neck...and past her arm with a brutal, and barbaric snap.

The sudden pull of her pallu!

[Nobita]

Very nice update

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Chapter-85:


Her stomach churned with a wave of nausea so strong she thought she might faint.

Gowda  roared with a sudden, violent anger, and reached out to grip and pull the pallu of her saree from her shoulder, yanking it down from her neck...tearing it past her arm with a brutal, and barbaric snap.

The sudden pull of her pallu!

Everything lost!

The sudden pull at her neck!

Two supple victuals bounced out of her hand's protection!

Her whole upperbody unveiled in a most disgraceful manner to everyone!

The entire crowd, who were watching the scene, caught their breaths at the sight that was unfolded!

Tanvi was unable to respond immediately when the cold air hit her hardened nipples like a shockwave. Her eyes were fixed on Gowda's face. It was only when she heard the lewd cat-calls from the men that her hands flew up to cover her breasts. She sat immobile with a heaving chest that moved high and low, while her eyes locked at Gowda's face to find some trace of empathy...she couldn't find an ounce there. Her eyes blinked and went from Khurram to Devki and then at all the men, and settled back to the devilish eyed Driver...Gowda. 

While the animal of a man wiped his hands, Tanvi's eyes noticed his right hand thumb. There was no nail, instead it looked like it was cut-off just below the nail, but the way his thumb stopped at the tip - it was thick, rounded, like an overgrown ending, more like a miniature hammer-head. She wondered for few seconds on it but her attention returned immediately. 

Devki took another good look at the young woman's breasts when such a scene came into a full play, she just couldn't stop admiring the perfect bodied female sitting in front of her. She was amazed and then the thought of what this night was going to bring her lips to curve into a smile that made Tanvi tremble from where she sat.

"Dekho saali ki aam... aise chuche aur aisi dodiya maine aaj tak nahi dekhi!" (Look at her mangoes... I have never seen such tits and such nipples in my life!), one man screeched.

"Sahi mein-be, kach ki goli jaise sakht hain saali ke thun!" (Bloddy hell, yes, the slut's breasts are hard like glass marbles!), another man shouted with an evil laugh.

"Kya kadak maal hai yeh randi! (What a piece of whore this woman is!)

"Main toh iske chuchon ko zindagi bhar choosta rahoonga" (I will suck her breasts forever), another man groaned.

"Mera mann toh iski doodh nichodne ka hai... ek baar chipak gaya na in dono pe, toh saala kabhi nahi chhodunga" (I want to drink the milk out of her nipples... once I latch onto those two things, I'll never let go), another one shouted.

Tanvi heard all of their lewd and discriminating remarks very clearly, and with embarrassed eyes, she saw Gowda wiping both his hands with her saree pallu and taking his time to wipe his mouth. As he did that, his face came down... close... he closed in the distance between them. When she saw his face was hardly an inch next to her left hand with which she had clamped and closed over her left breast, he tilted and lifted his head up and stared into her eyes. 

Then he smiled...a wicked...vile...a poisonous one...his blood-red eyes created a wave of fright that she never had in her life. The man who stared into her green ones clearly conveyed that message to her.  It was not the scare she felt when she when she first ventured alone in the Basti and got orally serviced by Dattu, or when Khurram took her out in the mini-jungle and made her squirt to whole Complex or even when he made her suck in front of Mehta...this was a different monster altogether...it was clearly evident to her. He was not going to leave her in a good way.

Every thud from her heart felt like a countdown to her total annihilation.
"Badi drama-baazi cheez hai re tu, pata hai Chokkri?" (You are a really flashy piece of meat, you know that, Girl?) Gowda growled, his head bent low, his breath, smelling of the curry that she made and of rotting teeth, all of it closely brushing against her collarbone. 
 
He stayed there, hovering with a predatory patience that made her skin vibrate with a need to scream. 
 
"Ekdum top-class randi lag rahi hai is kachre mein" (You look like a top-class whore in this pile of trash), he added, his voice dropping to a cruel, jagged whisper.
 
"Ji", Tanvi just whimpered, the syllable barely escaping her paralyzed lips.
 
"Maine teri tareef ki, aur tu bas 'Ji' bol rahi hai? Mere liye aur kuch nahi niklega tere muh se, Chikni?" (I gave you a compliment, and you’re just saying 'Ji' to me? Won't anything else come out of your mouth?), Gowda gave a yellowed grin that made her feel as though a thousand insects just crawled under her skin.
 
"Ji, shukriya, Gowdaji" (Ji, thank you, Gowdaji), she muttered, her mind frantically searching for any sort of exit from this nightmare, thinking that a few words of respect might act as a shield.
 
"Abe-saali suuar, khaali 'shukriya' se kaam nahi chalega yahan. Tujhe meri tareef ke badle mein kuch nikal ke dena padega. Kyun Khurram, sahi bola na maine?" (Bloody cockroach! ,just a 'thank you' won't cut it here. You have to take something out and give it to me in return for my compliment. Isn't that right, Khurram?), the black Driver muttered without turning away from her close proximity. 
 
His face was now leveled directly with her heavy, shivering breasts, his eyes tilted upward to trap her gaze in a web of pure, unadulterated lust.
 
"Haan, bilkul. Tujhe ek badhiya inam dena chahiye isse" (Yes, of course. You should give him a good reward), Khurram replied, his voice flat and drained of any protective instinct, leaving her utterly exposed to the wolf at her side.
 
That was an 'ask'
 
Tanvi clearly noted it. 
 
Even before she could think of anything, she heard the same menacing growl coming out right next to her.
 
"Dekha? Khurram ko sab pata hai. Toh kya nikal ke pesh karegi mere liye, Chokkri?" (See? Khurram knows everything. So what are you going to take out and present to me, Girl?), the dark, bulky man grunted again, his gaze lingering on the curve of her waist where the coarse cloth barely held.
 
Tanvi's skin glowed yellowish orange in the light from the dim lights of the electric bulb that hung at one corner where they were seated.
 
"Ji... aapko mujhse kya chahiye?" (Ji... what do you want from me?), Tanvi finally forced the question out, her voice trembling so violently it was almost unintelligible.
 
The horror in her head was tripling. She couldn't comprehend how this massive, foul-smelling driver was allowed to speak to her this way. Yet, deep in her gut, she felt the sickening sink of a woman who knows she has fallen into a pit of filth with no ladder out. 
 
Her hands remained clutched desperately over her chest, trying to maintain the illusion of a barrier between her dignity and their hunger.
 
"Wahi jo ek jawan randi de sakti hai... thoda doodh pila sakti hai na mujhe?" (The same thing a young whore can give...you can feed me some milk, can't you?), Gowda chuckled, a wet, guttural sound, as his eyes dropped lower, fixating on the heavy mounds of her breasts trapped beneath her clutched and protecting hands.
 
"NO!", the denial burst from her, loud and sharp, as the full, degrading weight of his intention hit her like a bucket of filthy waste water.
 
"Arrey! yahan 'NAHI' bolne ka haq kisne diya tujhe? kyun Khurram?" (Oh no no, Slut...no one gave you the right to say 'NO' here, right Khurram?), Gowda gave a menacing laugh, and this time the tone was one of absolute, and with cruel authority.
 
Tanvi shivered with a fresh wave of fright, her eyes darting to Khurram. She found him staring at her with a blank, hollow expression, a silence that felt like a death sentence. She couldn't understand why he was letting this happen, why the man who had brought her here was now acting as the facilitator for her public shaming.
 
"Bilkul Gowda. Ladki, iska dil khush hone tak apna doodh nikal ke pilati reh isko" (Yes, of course Gowda. Girl, make sure to keep taking out your milk and feeding him until his heart is happy), Khurram replied in a dead, flat tone, his eyes refusing to meet her terrified gaze. 
 
He looked like a man who had already traded her away and was just waiting for the transaction to conclude.
 
"Ekdum sahi bola, Khurram tu ne. Main toh taiyar hoon jab tu taiyar ho jaye, Randi" (Perfectly said, Khurram. I'm ready whenever you're ready, Whore!), Gowda's voice was so heavy that it made her shudder visibly and it created yet another round of laughter from her behind...the men roared at their dialogue exchange, keeping their hope high.
 
Tanvi saw with sinking heart and terror filled eyes of Gowda leaning his massive body even closer until she could feel the heat of his skin against her bare arm, the trap finally closing around her.
 
And, this time, he was an inch away from her left breast that she kept covered with her palm. She felt his hot breath on her arm making her shudder as she sat gingerly thinking of what the animal would do to her. 
 
But, she was well aware that her fight against inevitable outcome was futile.
 
Tanvi, with creeping fear, with disgust, with anger, and with absolute resignation to her situation, had no option than allowing Gowda to remove her hands from her breast. Yet she tried her level best to protect herself.
 
The next moment!
 
Devki, the men and Khurram - all paused their breaths for a second!
 
"Ooouh-gggood-ouuuwch", she screamed with an open throat when Gowda gulped her exposed left breast inside his wide-open mouth. 
 
Tanvi's recoil was so hard that she almost fell backward from where she was seated.
 
But she did not fall.
 
Gowda, the driver was clearly aware of what he was doing. The moment he took in her soft breast in his mouth, his tongue attacked her tender muscles and it's surrounding skin...not leaving any area of her breast fibre...he rolled her iron-hard nipple, munched her breast, bit her nipple with his teeth, and produced a wave of pain to her body, and pushed the dirty feelings of sacrilegious pleasure into her brain.
 
Tanvi's head tilted high up and her eyes went along with it as the Driver chewed her breast, not leaving an inch of her plush breast meat. His mouth was all over her skin, slobbering his stinky saliva, gruelling at all her pleasure points and pushed her places she never expected to exist. 
 
She heard a very deep groan leaving her lips, tried with all her willpower to muffle it, and failed...miserably.
 
She was seated in open air.
 
She had a wide audience of strangers leering at her.
 
She was a whore offering herself to a wild beast of a filthy male.
 
Tanvi started to jolt hard when each bites got placed on her nipples and other areas of breast. 
 
Gowda wasn't nibbling, he was savoring her breast. 
 
She felt like he was trying to churn milk out of her glands. The pain of his chewing and munching her muscular tissues were too much to contain. It wasn’t gentle...he behaved like a real wild pig who found it's prey...his saliva dripped down her torso, she was forced to yelp few times when he bit her hard...
 
Then!
 
Gowda moved his head further to her other end, leaving her reddened left breast free, but that lasted only a second. Using his face, he pushed her right hand away from her right breast and even before she could respond against him, her right breast was gulped in by his mouth.
 
Tanvi's cries of protests got muffled by the men's voices who were encouraging Gowda with their extremely curse words. Her brain worked into a different direction while her head remained tilted up and eyes clamped shut.  She couldn’t make up her mind if she need to push the filthy driver away or if she should allow him to do whatever he wants with his mouth and tongue - his mouth, tongue and teeth were creating ripples of vulgarities on her pleasure nerves. Adding to that forced-pleasure, she was disappointed that Gowda didn't grab her left breast that he left shimmering in the orange light with his saliva dripping from her nipple to lap in an extremely lewd manner.
 
The way he munched and suckled her breasts were not something that she never experienced in her sex life till that night. Her husband was not much of a lover, Khurram was not willing to take his time, and the only one who cherished her pleasure mounds were Dattu...even if that happened once only, he was skilled in using his mouth to perfect use...
 
Gowda came close to Dattu, but he was eliciting too much pain, not in a good way. 
 
Despite his salivating mouth clamping and sucking all over her soft meats, his biting method was not something she could enjoy...but the cat-calls, whistles and Gowda's thorough munching made her forget where she was, who she was and how naked she was displaying herself to strangers. She felt an evil craving rising rapidly from her body that was underlying deep inside and all of a sudden, it was answering to the man named Gowda.
 
Everyone watched the beautiful woman groaning, jolting and spasming hard, visibly disclosing to everyone that she was really enjoying whatever the Driver was doing with his mouth. 
 
Khurram sat with a face that did not express any emotion.
 
Devki looked at Tanvi with absolute surprise and shocked, as the young woman, despite being thoroughly getting her breasts abused orally, crying from pain but was also moaning with ecstasy.
 
The workers who looked at her, saw a high class whore shamelessly enjoying sex in public that they never had a chance to witness. 
 
It was carnally fulfilling to everyone gathered, and Khurram remained silent.
 
"Hmm...mmaa...aah", a moan came out of her in the form of a scream when Gowda finally pulled away from her battered breast with a very loud 'cluck' noise that announced everyone around of how hard he was sucking her. 
 
Some of the men were already up and standing, as if their chance was about to arrive and others had turned their chairs to face her, common factor being, all their cock's being erect and leaking precums...they wanted to take it out to move this to next phase...but, Gowda...the Driver Gowda was not a force they dared to play with.
 
Tanvi's head dropped back and eyes opened a second later to Gowda letting her free.
 
Her face turned sideways and stared into the dark man's eyes. She wasn't sure what he was thinking. She couldn't read him. That made her scare more than she already was. The sense of her body's elevation evaporated in a moment.
 
"Well, that was encouraging", Gowda sat back on the chair with his upper body leaning backwards and gave a dirty smile to the woman whom he just serviced. 
 
Tanvi wasn't sure if she was supposed to be embarrassed, whether she should cover herself back, or...if she was meant for something more...something more dirtier than she just performed...or was made to perform. As she tried to catch her breath, she heard and saw Gowda passing another lewd comment. She was really like a trapped animal, her dignity being stripped away the moment she entered the house of Devki and changed her clothes...but this... what Gowda did to her during past minutes... it was an act that pushed her to take the last fall... she sat like a human without life... shivering in the flickering, orange light of the street lamp.
 
"Chal, maza aa gaya... bade nakhre dikha rahi thi par kaam toh ekdum kamal kiya tune" (Well, that was fun...you were showing so many tantrums but what you offered was absolutely juicy), Gowda sat back on the chair with his upper body leaning backwards and gave a dirty, yellowed smile to the woman whom he had just used.
 
Tanvi wasn't sure if she was supposed to be embarrassed, whether she should cover her heavy, exposed breasts back, or... if she was meant for something more... something even dirtier than she had just performed... or was made to perform. Every breath she inhaled felt like filth. As she tried to catch her breathing, she saw Gowda’s eyes tracking the frantic heave of her chest...adding more terror to her, she saw her once pink nipples were now bloated into a larger girth, deep red and the fair skin around carried the purple marks of his teeth!
 
"Chikni, mujhe lagta hai tujhe thoda dhang sikhana padega. Jab maine pyaar se maanga toh tune nakhre kiye... toh ab thodi 'saza' toh banti hai, kyun?" (Girl, I think, you need to be taught some manners. When I asked nicely, you threw a fit... so now you’ve earned a bit of 'punishment,' right?)
 
The black toned Driver's questions were something Tanvi couldn't interpret and she mumbled for words.
 
"Ji... Ji... par... par..." (Yes... Yes... but... but...), her voice broke, half-sobbing with a confusion that tasted like copper in her mouth.
 
"Pata nahi kya saza?" (You don't know what punishment?), his voice turned hard, vibrating with a low-level, dangerous cruelty.
 
"Ji... I... I mean..." she was lost, her mind a frantic blur trying to find any sensible reply to stay the coming storm.
 
"Haraami randi! Maine pucha saza chahiye ki nahi? Kaunsa lund ghusa hai tere dimaakh mein jo meri baat samajh nahi aa rahi?" (Fucking whore! I asked if you need punishment or not? What kind of thing is stuck in your brain that you aren't getting my words?), Gowda shoved her head backwards with two thick, grease-stained fingers.
 
It was a gesture of pure insult!
 
Anger!
 
The only emotion Tanvi felt for a fleeting second was pure, white rage. 
 
Her eyes flickered up to look at Khurram - a permission - just one silent permission - that was all she wanted to slap the Driver.
 
But...it wasn’t there...Khurram sat like an emotionless person...staring into her tear glazed eyes...he just sat there...like a lifeless human.
 
Few drops of tears dripped off her eyes at the betrayal!
 
A slap...yes...that was it. But it did not happen...the weight of the situation forced her down!
 
Her brain worked at lightning speed to contain that hard emotion behind gritted teeth, her pulse hammering in her throat. She recoiled back to her seated position immediately, her engorged and bitten nipples trembling as she stared back into Gowda's reddened, lust-filled eyes.
 
"Saali! Mujhe jawab chahiye haraamzaadi!" (Slut! I need a damn fucking answer, you ass of a woman!), Gowda snorted at a terror-filled Tanvi, his face hovering inches from hers.
 
Everyone was silent, the transformation into a scene of degradation. The worker men continued to take gulp after frantic gulps, their eyes glued to the naked statue of a woman whose exposed, fairy yellow breasts heaved up and down along with her frightened, shallow breaths. 
 
Khurram still remained passive, a shadow against the wall. 
 
Devki’s eyes clearly carried a sick amusement, watching the high-society woman breaking into piece by piece.
 
And Tanvi, she was the only one at the receiving end of their collective carnal hunger. Her gaze at Gowda’s eyes hardly lasted a few more seconds before he pounded on her again with words full of filthy curses.
 
"Kutiya! Agar bol nahi sakti, toh fir yahi tera naseeb hai" (Fucking bitch! If you can't reply, then this is your fate), by shouting at her, Gowda reached out and caught her neck from behind, his thick palm tightening as he pulled her sideways and then forward, slamming her upper body down onto his stretched, waiting lap.
 
Tanvi strutted and struggled to escape from his hold.
 
Gowda's hands were way too powerful for her to fight against. Even stengthier than Khurram's hold. 
 
The Driver then made her upper body to lean over his two thighs that made her head to hang down, right next to Khurram's thighs and at the same time, his right hand closed over her exposed ass and thighs to plant her properly on his lap...her torso was totally at his mercy and rested on his lap, and her ass thrusted up in air, like a challenge to his face
 
Tanvi had her thighs down and legs stretched backwards.
 
A perfect position...for everyone except Tanvi!
 
She was firm on Gowda's lap!
 
"Pleeeees...NOOO", Tanvi screamed loud and shouted at Gowda to stop when she finally recognize what the wretched man was referring to when he shouted at her mentioning 'punishment'. 
 
She knew it was going to be bad...really bad...but then...it already got worse. She pushed her hands to the earth below and grudgingly tried wiggling out of his iron grip. She was also acutely aware of the unhindered view that was presented of her absolutely naked back to all onlookers...everyone was given her nakedness to feast themselves.
 
Her cloth was bunched up at her upper hips, creating a completely nude vision of her lithe body from head to feet...totally naked...to every lust-filled eyes around her.
 
"Randi ka haath pakdo, Khurram" (Hold her arms, Khurram. This bitch is trying to escape from her punishment, Gowda growled loudly.
 
Khurram, without any words or emotions, caught both of Tanvi's wrists and brought it up to his lap and held tight. 
 
Now, Tanvi was face down, lying on a wild boar of man's lap, naked to ninety-nine percent, head hanging to ground, ass upturned and ripe to receive his punishment...
 
All the men were already up, and standing behind her, taking in the hottest real life view they ever witnessed in their poor life...but no one dared to cross the line that Devki drew as they were fully aware of older woman's eyes watching every one of them...making sure they understood what her instructions were. They stood holding their breaths, without making a single noise, not having any confidence to cross the invisible line.
 
Tanvi at the same time was trying her level best possible to wiggle free. 
 
Gowda angrily glared at her futile attempts to squirm away and snarled loud, his snorts vibrating through the expanse of the open air behind Devki's petrol station.

"Sun-le randi...acchi tarah se sun-le...har baar...har ek baar...jab main tujhse kuch puchu, toh tera jawab fauran nikalna chahiye... samjhi?" (Listen slut! Listen properly... Always... every single time... when I ask you something, your answer must come out immediately... understood?), Gowda leaned close to her downturned head and shouted at Tanvi. His voice rang inside her head like a loudspeaker, deafening her with the raw authority over her.

That order felt lik the last nail to the coffin laid by Khurram.

"YESSS... I DO... PLEEEEESE... I DOO!!!", Tanvi shrieked, her voice cracking as she begged for Gowda to stop what he was about to do, her dignity long since dissolved into pure, animalistic terror.

"Ekdum sahi bola, saali! Ye hui na baat!" (That's right, slut! That's the absolutely right answer!), Gowda growled again, but this time his voice was far away from her head, moving toward the target he had already marked.

Tanvi couldn’t turn her head because her hands were held firm by Khurram, pinning her down like a sacrifice... 

As Gowda held her upper back by her shoulders, it stopped her from moving an inch, her body paralyzed except for her legs, which fluttered like a desperate swimmer trying to find a space to escape... but she couldn't...

A moment of agonizing pause followed...

Then...everyone heard...a loud crack!

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-86 (a):



Tanvi couldn’t turn her head because her hands were held firm by Khurram, pinning her down like a sacrifice. 
 
As Gowda held her by her upper back by her shoulders, it stopped her from moving an inch, her body paralyzed except for her legs, which fluttered like a desperate swimmer trying to find a space to escape... but she couldn't.
 
A crack!
 
A loud crack!
 
A screeching yelp!
 
Everything happened with lightning speed!!
 
Tanvi screamed with all her might, her entire body arching violently against gravity, and she failed miserably to contain... that pain!
 
The SLAP on her upturned and naked ass fell on her meaty posterior rump like a blacksmith hitting heated metal with his heaviest hammer! 
 
It was a sound of absolute possession and degradation.
 
"NOO-PLLEEEEEESSE-NOOOOO", the searing burn on her cushiony, soft and exposed ass-cheeks was something her brain simply failed to process. 
 
Khurram had slapped her ass a few times before -'yes' and they were hard and heavy, but this one from Gowda surpassed all the previous ones because his strike carried the weight of his irritation and pure, and uncouth rage.
 
A clear, angry print of his massive right hand formed with a deep red tone on her glowing yellow rump, a public branding of her new status as the new slut - Chikni!
 
The moment his hand landed the first death blow to her poor ass, Tanvi realized the hard fact. Gowda was a monster, and he was not going to let her away without having his way with her...that point got confirmed in her head...tears fell out of her eyes as her ass-cheeks clenched hard against each other to stop the searing burn on her burning skin. She cried like never before.
 
Worse was the encouraging laughter from the men behind her with encouragement for more!
 
"Randi!" (Whore!), Gowda shouted loudly as he watched the young where's amazingly shaped body arching and every second he looked at her fair skin tone and the perfect round of her ass, his penis started to become hard and the need to punish her ran in his head at double speed.
 
"SSLLAAAPPP!!!", another blow made one more loud crack in the silence of the night while Gowda delivered his second slap on her ass-cheeks, right over the exact place where his first blow landed.
 
"EEEEESSS-PLLEEEEEESE-PLEEESS", Tanvi hollered with her body jolting and arching upwards further along with both her legs trying to tilt up to contain the scorching heat that burned her butt-cheeks again. 
 
Tears ran past and she saw the drops falling to ground below her. 
 
Devki was already kneading and squeezing her own breasts unabashedly as the atmosphere changed from being sleazy to carnal within moments after Gowda started his entertainment using the slut that Khurram brought in that night.
 
The men called her whore and slut and every other curse words they could muster but remained where they stood.
 
Everyone had their manhoods out and were feverishly shagging while closely watching such a fair woman getting punished, and her ass clenching and unclenching to contain the pain.
 
Gowda was transfixed at the way the young woman's marvellously curved and shapely ass bounced and wobbled with his slaps. It was the most erotic sight he came across in all the years of his sexual loitering. The moment he laid eyes on Tanvi, he had his mind made up, on how many varieties that he was going to made her squeal, and this was only the start of it.
 
"OUUUUUWWW-PLEEEESS-NOOUUU", Tanvi howled when the third blow landed right where her ass stopped, exactly over her hamstrings...on both legs...creating scorching pain to her entire legs and muscle density that made her breath to get caught and she choked hard.
 
She felt the absolute, crushing weight of her own degradation, her skin slick with a mixture of terror and the oppressive heat of the hut.
 
Her heart sank further into deeper darkness of helplessness as she slowly recognised that she was really becoming the slut they wanted her to be - 'Chikni' the whore.
 
Gowda's lips curled into a diabolically heinous smile as he watched her pussy lips gaping and closing sporadically to contain the searing pain he had just landed on her. He took a slow, deliberate look at the transfixed men who were encouraging him, their eyes bloodshot and fixed on her shivering form as they pumped their hard-ons shamelessly at the woman shrieking for mercy.
 
"Mausi, aisi gapa-gap randi pehle kabhi nahi layi tu!" (Mausi, you never brought a high-speed whore like this bitch before!), one of the laborers yelped, his voice thick with lust.
 
"Hamein bhi ek chance de na, Mausi! Iska paani nikaalna hai aaj" (Give us a chance too, Mausi! We have to drain her today), another man chidded in, leaning forward to get a better view of her exposed, shaking frame.
 
"Dekh saali ka ganda pichwada, kitna bhari hai re!" (Look at the slut's dirty ass, how huge it is!)
 
"Abe, ye toh rone ka natak kar rahi hai, asli mein toh ise maza aa raha hai... aur laga isko!" (Arrey, she’s just acting like she's crying, she’s actually enjoying it... give it to her more!)
 
"Uski gaand dekh-re chomu! (Look at her slutty ass!)
 
"Ooh... aur maar... aur zor se chatka is haramzaadi ko, Gowda saab!!" (Ooh... more... more... slap this whore even harder,  Gowda saab!!)
 
"Ek mauka, Devki Mausi... ek mauka mere liye bhi" (One chance, Devki Mausi... one chance for me too), a younger worker pleaded, his eyes locked on the red handprint blooming on her yellow skin.
 
Tanvi heard all of it between her sobs and cries carrying her desperation and futile tries to wiggle free. 
 
Her body was trapped... totally... unequivocally tied in constraints made by the calloused, grease-stained hands of Gowda, the Driver. Every filthy word from the men felt like a fresh layer of slime over her soul.
 
"SLAAAAPPP... SLAAAP... SLAP!", three more stinging blows detonated against her ass, lower back, covering her both glutes to it's entirety. 
 
One landed full on her right ass-cheek, the second on her left ass-meat, and the third right at her core... severe... sharp... focused... heavyweight spanks covering every inch of her abused backside!
 
"KHUURRRAAAMMMJEEEEEEEEE!", Tanvi’s head shot up in an extreme upward tilt, beseeching with the appeal of her lifetime... trying to reason, to plead, to beg for help from the man who had brought her to this altar of filth.
 
Nothing!
 
Her palms squeezed Khurram's thigh with all her power to make him do something to help.
 
Nothing!
 
"Dekh isse. Pura lund-ka-maza le rahi hai tu, haina re gandi randi?" (Look at her. You're taking the full pleasure of the dick, aren't you, you dirty whore?), Gowda growled cruelly, ignoring her cries for help as he savored the vibration of her screams against his thighs.
 
Nothing happened, except the scalding scorch and agonizing pain on her abused bottom, along with a loud, rhythmic howls of sleazy encouragement that made her feel like she was nothing but a piece of meat to quench their filthy depravity... nothing else... just a slut to fulfil the carnal needs of the men watching her desperation. 
 
A second passed, and she felt a fleeting ray of hope when Gowda finally paused, his heavy hand hovering over her deeply welted, red-raw skin.
 
Tanvi's last hope was Khurram to help and when it never came, her heart stopped and it made her think in ways of unimaginable things. 
 
She thought what would happen to her children if she was never able to escape from this place. Her life...as she realized in past hour or so, she was a slut, a whore who was brought to this place to answer the sexual solicitations of whoever wished to exploit her body...nothing more than a piece of meat...her upbringing...her education...her social status...her chastity...nothing mattered to anyone who was present with her at that moment...all of this started few startling effects in her body, unknown to her mind.
 
All hope flew away when her ass sensed the air above her moving...as Gowda's hand rose high up...with a cruel twitch on his hips, it came down...men and Devki watched it happening like a slow-motion movie...his hard palm landed right at the same point where the last slap was placed...at the exact split of her ass-cheeks...hitting straight to the starting bone of her vertibrae...passing an electric jolt of massive weight through her spine to her head and ended into the deepest core of her pussy!
 
"Abe teri! Iski ganda randi-pattal toh dekh... behanchod!" (Shit! Look at her filthy whore-pussy... Shit!), one of the men yelled, his voice cracking with a frantic, low-class hunger as he pointed between her splayed thighs.
 
"Arrey, ye kutiya toh bazaaroo randi se bhi gandi hai!" (This bitch is dirtier than a market slut!), another voice chimed in, followed by a chorus of degrading whistles.
 
"Wah! Abhi pel doon isko, aur bilkul ghodi jaise hinhinayegi ye!" (Wow! I would fuck her right now, and make her squeal like a real bitch!)
 
"KOI NAHI CHUEGA ISKO, SAMAJH MEIN AAYA?" (NO ONE WILL TOUCH HER, UNDERSTAND?), Gowda roared, his voice went through the air like blade that cut through it's invisible membranes. The crowd went silent for a heartbeat, but the air remained thick with their heavy, rhythmic breathing.

"Kaisa majboot randi hai re bhai! Thappad khake iska pani nikal raha hai! Main bhi thappad maroon iski chut pe? Karne do na Gowdaji!" (What a whore she is my God! She is cumming when she gets those nice slaps! I can slap her cunt! Let me do it Gowdaji please?)

Tanvi was beyond the phase of being mortified. The enormity of it hit her conscious like a sharp knife on the butter and the cruel fact that she was creaming made it all worse. She was miserably aware that her body responded to all this filth. Despite the painful punishment, her pussy was the only part of her that seemed to accept the reality, responding with a shameful, rhythmic throb.

She felt a trail... a mild movement on her lower back, making her squeal loudly. Gowda, hearing the cheering, was piqued to realize the "whore" was responding. His thick fingers grazed her hindside, exactly where her cheeks started to split, trailing down and making her wiggles and protests turn into desperate shudders.

Gowda snarled. "Dekhte hain tere in do tangon ke beech kya chhupa hai," (Let's see what you are hiding between your two legs), he laughed loudly. His hand left her ass-crack and went straight for her sex, giving a long, hard massage to her smothered pussy-slit. 

Tanvi’s hips jolted, her legs clamping tight in a reflexive, useless attempt to stop him.
"Wah... ye kuch naya hai," (this is new!), he grunted. "Ruk, acche se check karne de." (Wait, let me check properly).

"AAAAAOOUUWW!", er scream was blood-curdling as Gowda landed a hard, heavy blow covering both her ass globes. Tanvi's legs splayed wide as she buckled under the cauterizing burn. In those seconds, her brain completely missed what was coming next.

"Aaaeeeeeiii-pleeeeese-no-nooo!" she wailed as her pussy announced an intruder. 
Gowda laughed as his thick, calloused fingers, two of them, dug into the slippery hole that was helplessly gaped. He moved them with a machine-gun speed that stole her breath.

"Randi aurat! Tu hi asli bazaar randi hai, pata hai na, Chokkri? Is chut ka kya haal hone wala hai tujhe andaza bhi nahi hai..." (Fucking bitch! You are the real slut, you know it, Girl? You have no idea what is coming to this cunt... you know that?), he muttered. Suddenly, he stopped. 

Her hips kept bucking involuntarily in the rhythm he had set.

"Saali! Tune ye kamaya nahi hai, mila hai tujhe, samjhi?" (Slut! You didn't earn it, you got it, understand?), Gowda growled. He saw her knees bending, her feet dangling in the air with toes curling. Her ass wobbled at an obscene angle, tilting upwards to find his hand again.

Gowda wanted to see her in pain. "Shadi-shuda hai kya, Chokkri?" (Are you married, Woman?)

"I asked, SHAADI-SHUDA HAI KYA?" (ARE YOU MARRIED?), he snorted loudly.

"YAASSSS!"

"Tera mard kahan hai?" (Where is your man?)

"No..."
"KYA???" (WHAT???)

"He... he is not with me."

"AUR BACHE?" (AND CHILDREN?), Gowda’s fingers dived back in, punishing her.
"TWO... TWO... SSSTOOPPPPP...PLLEEEEEESE!" Tanvi’s hips arched further, her feet splaying in mid-air.

"KITNE GAANDUON NE TERI IS SHAADI-SHUDA CHUT KO MAARA HAI AB TAK, RANDI??" (HOW MANY ASSHOLES FUCKED YOUR MARRIED CUNT TILL NOW, WHORE??)

"TWO... TWOOO... MY HUSBAND AND KHURRAMJI ONLYYYY!" she hollered. The truth was ripped out of her, accompanied by the audible sploshes of her release.
Gowda pulled his fingers away, giving the men a clear view of her gaping, pinkish-red cunt-hole. They moaned and whined at the sight. Tanvi whimpered as he left her, her body mourning the thick, skillful touch of his fingers.

"AAHA... TO SIRF DO MARDO KO MAUKA MILA IS SHAADI-SHUDA CHUT KO CHODNE KA... BADHIYA HAI. AUR AB, IS CHED KA KYA? KITNO NE IS GANDE CHED KO MAARA HAI, RANDI?" (AAH...GOOD-GOOD... SO ONLY TWO MEN GOT THE CHANCE TO FUCK THIS MARRIED CUNT... THAT'S VERY GOOD. AND NOW, WHAT ABOUT THIS HOLE? HOW MANY FUCKED THIS DIRTY HOLE OF YOURS, SLUT?)

Gowda smeared her own juices over her clenched anus, pressing hard.

"NOO... PLEEESE... NOOOT-THERE-NOT-THEEERE!!!"

Gowda smirked at Khurram and Devki, then he moved his thumb.

"AAARGHH-OOUUUUWWW-PLEEEESE-NO!"

He thrusted the thick stump of his thumb into her puckered asshole, tearing past its elasticity in a second. 

Tanvi felt a burn far worse than anything on the train. She recalled looking at the half-torn thumb that looked like a small hammer-head earlier.

"OOOUUUW!" she yelled as he pulled out and slammed back in, using her own pussy juice as a cruel lubricant.

"SACH BATA! IS GANDI GHADDA KO KIS KIS NE CHODA AB-TAK?" (TELL ME THE TRUTH! WHO ALL FUCKED THIS DIRTY HOLE TILL NOW?)

"NO-ONE-GOWDAAAJEEE-NO-ONE!"

"AAJ SE YE MERA HAI, RANDI, SAMJHI?" (FROM TODAY, IT IS MINE, WHORE, UNDERSTAND?)

"YESS-YEEEESSS!" she cried.

"Aaj se tu meri randi hai, ye sharir mera hai," (From today you are my slut, this body is mine), he roared.

"Yesss.... you own me... yeess... please stopp..."

"Suna, Khurram? (You heard her, Khurram?)..."Bol rahi hai ke iski malik aaj se mai hoon!" (She says I own her from now on. How is it?), Gowda leered. Khurram just watched. 

Tanvi's head was filled with screams and curses directed to Khurram for not stepping in to help her. But the damage was already done.

"Itna jaldi nahin, Saali!" (You don't get that easy, whore)", Gowda made another growl over her head making her brain turn into a hell of primal sex...only her pussy mattered...for every unknown reason, the wrong things that Gowda gave her, she cursed her pussy for enjoying silently. 

He pulled out of her butt-hole...one hard pull from her rectum!
 
Tanvi sobbed with a loud screech, first at relief, then at his pause, and finally her voice carried the disappointment of not getting the release which the Boar Gowda built. 
 
Her ass arched and fell, but instead of closing her legs locked to protect her sex, she left them splayed, allowing every male eyes to have their lust quenched in whichever possible manner.
 
Again, the scorching hell restarted on the poor, battered mother of two.
 
Gowda's hand moved in a rhythm that his depraved mind held. 
 
Slaps after slaps!
 
Followed by screams after each!
 
Accompanied by curses from the men edging her pussy onward!
 
Tanvi felt her consciousness leaving her when the pain and burn of the mad man's slaps turned into something that she just couldn’t bear anymore. She wasn't built for something like this. Even if she was, Gowda was hell-bound to break all the whores that he punished to blackout in pain and suffocation...it was his thing.
 
Gowda couldn't have enough of delivering hard blows on the magnificent ass of the woman who cried and screeched under his hold. The bounce of her ass-cheeks were so erotic that he wished to continue till his hand gets tired.
 
The ass that Tanvi shaped through her hard work at Gym, the glutes that she shaped under Khurram's regime, the legs that she toned with her daily runs, the once beautiful feet that she maintained with extra care...all of it...ruined!
 
Gowda's brain was already racing with plans on variety of performances that he kept in store for this hot whore. At first, he thought her to be a woman who would cry and do just as he asked, a submissive one but she turned out to be a fighter, and it elevated his criminally insane mind to a place that he himself was amused of...he looked at the deep reddish welts that formed almost everywhere on her fair skin. Her back was still her own natural pale yellow, but from her lower back till knees, it was deep red...imprints of his palm all over!
 
Three things Tanvi's semi-consciousness registered.
 
First, despite the bulk of his belly, hefty build of body, and his age, Gowda was agile, he was able to move himself all over her length with an ease of an animal.
 
Second, the hardness of his erection which wasn't there at first when he pulled her onto his lap, but with each howl of her desperation, she felt his slaps increasing it's rigidity, and when he punished her pussy, his penis-head started to poke her belly, and finally when his non-stop stabs on her ass restarted, the hardness of his shaft was unmistakably thrusting itself against her soft torso.
 
Third, and final, despite the excruciating pain and burn of her butt-cheeks, the encouraging curses calling her the whore of the town and slut for free-use made her pussy to work on it's own accord, churning it's insides to create a whole different type of spasms over her whole body.
 
She was having an orgasm!
 
Her brain blacked out as all her screams subsided at one particular moment!
 
Gowda stopped himself when he noticed the outcome of his intention was fully accomplished...the whore finally blacked out!
 
Gowda took a good look around. Khurram had the same indifference on his face. Devki's face was clearly had the grin expressing her amusement and her body was jolting from her frigging. And the guys, a bit disappointed at their hot whore being unconscious state, but still as she was naked, their cocks remained hard. 
 
However, the only thing his carnally retarded brain reminded was his own erection, his cock was rock hard and engorged...ready and waiting for it's adventure!
"Uth randi! UTH-SAALI! (Wake up whore! WAKE-UP-SMOOTH-BITCH!)", Gowda shouted as he slapped her ass few times, not hard as earlier, but enough for her brain to rewire back into the present. The stinging vibration on her bruised cheeks forced her eyes open to the sight of the grease-stained ground and the men watching from the shadows.
"Please, Gowdaji, stop it, I beg you," she cried, her voice cracking with the most sincere, shattered desperation she had ever felt.
"Toh jawaab de na, kya degi tu? (Answer me then, what are you offering?)", he asked again with his ruthless tone, his fingers tightening in her hair to pull her head back.
"Ji.. anything... lekin please mujhe aur mat maaro... please Gowdaji... (but, please I beg you to stop hitting me... please, Gowdaji)," Tanvi sobbed. At this point, the Senior Contracts Professional had vanished; she was just a broken woman who would agree to any depravity as long as her battered bottom was spared from his sodomizing hand.
"Chal, ab lag raha hai ki dimaakh thikane pe aaya tera. Khadi ho ja saali! (Alright, now I see you understand me clearly. Get up you slut!)", he barked and pushed her from his lap with a callous shove.
Tanvi fell hard on her side, landing at his feet in the grime of the clearing. The cold, oily dirt of the slum pressed against her olive skin, a final insult to her shattered dignity.
"Ab mujhe vasooli chahiye, Chokkri, (Now, I need repayment, Woman)," he dragged his right hand fingers on her chin, forcing her to look up into his dark, predatory face, making her shudder and tremble with a new wave of fear.
"Tujhe pata hai kya karna hai... (You know what to do)," he gave a smile that made her blood run cold, a smile that conveyed exactly what he was asking for because his eyes were fixed on the opening of his trousers.
Tanvi looked at Khurram one last time to know if he was going to help her. But, the answer was a clear 'No'. 
 
She didn't care and bothered to cover her exposed body as she sat on the chair. People around here gawked and gulped at the sight. Her fair and flawless skin glimmered with the copious saliva that Gowda smothered over. Her lower bottom had the deep red tone and the yellow light made it more erotic for them. One of the men couldn't stop as he yanked his hard-on and continued to shag by throwing cursed and filthy words at her.
 
With a groan of submission, Tanvi leaned forward to meet her fate. She sat up on her shins and finally took the courage to look up at Gowda's face.
 
Immediately, Gowda thrusted his hips forward with a winning laugh, that was directly thrown at Khurram.
 
The moment she sat, her ass rested on her legs and feet. The dress had already rode up and was crumbled at her navel.
 
Ting!
 
"Ek minute, Chokkri" (One minute Woman, hold it", Gowda picked his phone and read the message. He let out a disappointed grunt and kept the phone back into his shirt pocket. "Saala Kashi", he paused a moment in thought.
 
"Aah, kidhar the hum, randi? (Where were we, whore?)
 
"Ji...?"
 
"Arrey arroyo...sharmao mat. Tumhe maloom hai mujhe kya chayiye, saali!)" (Common...don't be shy. You know what I want from you, slut), Gowda barked and that made the men behind her roar with mocking laughter.
 
Tanvi knew what he meant. And in a second, it flashed into her head that best way to make this boarish animal-man was to make him cum. Her ass burned, and she felt the pain rising up by each passing second. She was ready to do anything...to stop him...
 
Tanvi leaned forward with her head reaching near his lungi opening.
 
She took a sniff. 
 
Filthy...his groin had foul smell of dirty urine. She parted his lungi from one side. She got a glimpse of what was ahead and winced by thinking to how low she had fallen in Khurram's hands. 
 
A woman of status, a woman who carried her chastity as her most important moral, a woman who respected her social and personal boundaries, a woman who cared for others...was now sitting next to a rowdy driver with his filthy penis about to violate her and exposing her nakedness willingly to a crowd of lower than low-class men who consider female body to be used only for sex.
 
Gowda's impatient grunt from above took her back to the task in hand. By this time, the cold air of the night had spread over Tanvi's exposed bottom. The cloth was now crumbled to her waist, with it's hem hardly protecting what it was supposed to. 
 
Tanvi's hand found the other side of Gowda's lungi and separated it to expose what was inside of it...and all the onlookers watched it happening, except Khurram who sat in silence. The cold air felt like pin-pricks over her entire bottom where red and angry welts of Gowda's hands remained. Her mind couldn't give any justice to stop that severe tinge on her ass and legs. Her focus was somewhere else.
 
The stench!
 
The foul odour of urine!
 
The penis itself!
 
Tanvi failed to make another move for few seconds till another impatient grunt came from above her head once again. She leaned on Gowda's thighs for support as her right hand sliced forward and took hold of the base of his penis. She took a moment to look at it closely and inhaled it's dirty odour that came from tobl be abhorrently excessive. 
 
His tool had an odd shape that Tanvi never came across earlier. The shaft had heavy foreskin that was crumpled at it's head. His penis-head was not round like Khurram's and wasn't handy like her husband's, it had an oval shape and was darker than his body, more like it was painted black, a very dirty black. It was long, more than her husband and was thick but she could grip it inside her long fingers. 
 
The odd part was his cock was it's angle and how it stood, it was curved, not mildly, but really semi-curved as it pulsed in her hand. It has veins all over it, not like any others that she serviced till that night. Each of it's veins protruding with blood pumping over, and it felt like multiple bumps all through it's length and breadth.
 
Another grunt, and a tap on her head.
 
Tanvi's lips parted, mouth widened, and head went down over Gowda's man-thing.
 
She heard an approving groan as the vacuum of her hot mouth transpired it's heavenly pleasure the man named Gowda. It was the urine flavor that repulsed and made her choke on his penis. It was bitter, hard and musky, she didn't like it. But, as fate not giving her a choice, she lathered it immediately using her saliva and tried to remove that urine taste from his thing.
 
The men were now closer than ever, almost everyone was standing and most of them had their tools out and shagging hard. One man came a bit more forward and sat behind her...
 
Devki watched every one of them closely. She was making sure that no one made a move that would disrupt the harmony she placed. Her smile widened when she looked at the man who was seated behind Tanvi. 
 
The man was drooling at both sides of his lips as his eyes drank the sight of hairless holes of sexiest woman he ever met in his life. His hand was working furiously up and down on his engorged penis.
 
"Yeh to sach main Chikni hai bhai, dekh dekh, poora saaf hai iski!!!", (She's really a Chikni, look, she's bald everywhere!!!), the man exclaimed loudly, and two more joined where he sat. Being shameless was nothing for such people. As the two guys came and stood next to their friend, he showed her ass that was now clearly exposed and also her pussy that was clearly open to public viewing.
 
"Hmmmrfff...zor-se, Chokkri...aur zor-se" (Faster slut, move your damn mouth faster!), Tanvi was already gulping the shaft more than half and her head bobbed up and down like a machine. She sucked and licked his penis trying to imitate how he serviced her breasts. 
 
When she heard his growl, she redoubled her efforts. Main reason was she wanted him to jerk-off his dirty liquid in her mouth and it would avoid the chance of him fucking her...despite everything she underwent, opening her legs to Gowda still troubled her mind. It wasn’t something she could even think of doing. She stopped once when she reached it's head, before her could made a complaining grunt, her tongue separated his foreskin and twirled around his cock-head, like her tongue was trapped between his naked flesh and it's skin. 
 
"Aur, Saali...aaur zor-se...Khurram ne iso achhi tarah se sikhaya hai!" (More, Whore! Khurram, you trained this whore well. Yes, Woman...move it FASTER!), Gowda roared as he held her head in place. 
 
Tanvi moved to a proper kneeling position making her ass arch up high at back, without leaving her mouth from his penis. Her knees hurt, but that was the last thing to address. The men behind came closer when her back arched, her rump widened and exposed her shaved pussy in all it's glimmering glory
 
"They wanted a show. I will give them one", a very bad thought came into her mind.
 
Tanvi turned to face Gowda properly. She looked up to his face and found amusement and pleasure written all over. 
 
The hem of her cloth and all of it was bunched up high like a waist band at her torso with the pallu hanging down to the earth below. She settled into a position that she had come to love with Khurram...her ass spread wickedly, allowing her hairless asshole and shaved pussy to gape at once. 
 
She heard the vulgar comments of approval from the men behind her. It made her mouth to redouble it's efforts on Gowda's tool.
 
For the men, it looked like a b-grade porn movie...but with a superstar woman starring in it. They couldn't stop enough of looking at the pinkish red folds of her pussy that was now dripping wet. As her butt-hole expanded with every downward flow of her head, their eyes bulged out of their sockets when they found a living woman with her private parts had such a skin tone.
 
Tanvi's tried to gulp the entire shaft in and out of her sloppy mouth, but couldn't. The based was thick, it's girth was larger than Khurram's. She tried coating it with her saliva, just like Gowda did to her breasts and nipples. Using her both hands, she kneaded and squeezed his balls. 
 
For some unknown reason, she was fascinated by the odd proportion of his penis. His tool was of decent size that she could handle, but his balls, she thought that it was even bigger and heavier than Khurram's. 
 
She worked on his shaft diligently, and his appreciating groans turned into a carnal fuel for her crazed brain. The lewd comments and curses at her from the men behind her added to that abnormal situation. Khurram saw her lower back arching down that made her ass open further and pussy slit to gape to the absolute pleasure for her audience.
 
When she did that, Tanvi opened her eyes and looked at Khurram and he caught her looking. She passed a clear message to him telling him that "you wanted a slut, here I am...performing like a real slut". She thrusted her tongue outside between her lip and his cock to slide it down to lick his ballsac as she came down to it's base. 
 
Suddenly she couldn't move. 
 
Gowda held her there...with her nose almost mashed to his smothered pubic bone and her tongue slicing over his scrotum with minimal movements, but she did it...all the while glancing and telling Khurram "look at me, I am no longer your..."
 
Gowda's grip reached a point when she couldn’t breathe. She tapped on Gowda's thighs and he still held her head down. With every seconds that passed, the men behind her saw how her asshole gaped and contracted matching with the lack of air in her chest.
 
Finally, with a winning grunt, Gowda released her head, but kept her mouth working on his cock. Her groaned loud when she reached up and repeated the sucking of his foreskin.
 
Then!
 
She felt it!
 
Her hands that were squishing and kneading his scrotum informed her mouth...about the payment of her oral efforts were about to be delivered.
 
Gowda's hands, both hands rested and held her head in place as his hips started to bounce a bit up and down, against her own movements. Tanvi's eyes were still on Khurram. She was showing him how Gowda's whore serviced him.
 
"AAAARRGHHH...AAARRGGHH", Gowda roared as his hands held her head at one place and he fucked her mouth. He started to jolt and thrust his hips fast, in a way making her surprise to see a man of his size moving with such ease.
 
"AAARGGH...LE-LE...POORA LE-LE!!" (TAKE IT WHORE...TAKE IT ALL!!), Gowda's hold on her head was making it too hard for her to move.
 
The men behind saw it clearly, the discomfort she felt was being conveyed at her rear end. Some of them were already squatting close to her back, looking at the silky vaginal lips clenching and releasing gooey, transparent drops to the ground below.
 
Gowda tried to push her to his penis-base, she couldn't expand her mouth further, just couldn't. The next moment her tongue sensed the first drop of the hot liquid spilled out, the first of many to come, her eyes closed and hands clamped over his huge testicles...and she kept her mouth clamped to the slicing cock...the flavor was bad, saltish with heavy sour in his cum, forcing her to spit it out immediately. But, the hold on her head made it impossible for Tanvi to move away. Instead, her ass gaped and pussy released a large globe of her transparent liquid outside and it dragged through her inner thighs.
 
With another roar, Gowda started to pump into her mouth. Tanvi was able to contain the first torrent in her mouth and the flavor shocked and surprised her...it was different from other cum she tasted...the second one hit as she heard another roar and this time she savored the thick liquid inside her mouth before gulping it into her gullet.
 
Everyone could easily see by her ragged breaths that she was getting close again, very close to cumming while her mouth serviced him like a real whore...
 
"Mhmmmm", Tanvi moaned as her hips pushed up further that made her pussy to gape. She felt her vaginal muscles clamping and widening to reach that fabulous edge. She felt it building inside that sinful tunnel and prepared mentally and physically for that release. 
 
Gowda grasped Tanvi's head tightly, guiding her face closer on his throbbing shaft's base, as she continued to suck his engorged and pulsing penis. 
 
With a thunderous growl, he erupted, causing her to feel his cock twitch inside her mouth. The initial spurt struck her throat and filled her mouth with a return moan from her. 
 
The men behind stood wordlessly pumping their manhoods as they watched her pinkish red pussy widening along with her asshole contracting it's small ring.
 
As the powerful bursts hit her, her lips stretched to it's maximum trying to enguls the entire digit of Gowda inside her. Tanvi moaned with ecstatic tone as her lips once again tried to envelop the massive base of his cock as she sucked out the jutting cum inside her mouth. 
 
Her hand squished and massaged his heavy sac, passively trying to coax the last drop of his filthy cum to be delivered to her hungry mouth.
 
Gowda's hands moved her head up and down with brutal force, and was amazed to see the young woman enduring all of it. Not even a single woman, whore or otherwise ever did it… drinking cum like her life depended on it. The cloth of Tanvi's. He continued to pour his essence into the woman's willing mouth.
 
Some of the men behind her had released their venom already, and few others tried their level best to speed up and spill theirs. But, the fact that every male eyes that were present were mesmerised by the sex-goddess who serviced a man orally like no other women did to them. 
 
They all witnessed the fact that this whore actually loved sucking that cock...usually it never happened...even if they paid for sex, such wanton lust was never part of the sexual servicing...every single one of them wanted to have a go with this hot slut. They watched patiently till she finished Gowda.
 
And she did!
 
It took her a while to finally churn the last drop of him, but she did. She realized the actual reason behind his massive ballsac, it contained that much cum in it.
 
Tanvi finally drank the last drop of his seed till she felt his penis losing it's hardness. It was only after she sucked another few more rounds till she ensured that he was done, that she pulled back and removed her suction on his cock!
 
A heavy groan came out from Gowda when the suitable mouth released his penis.
 
"WAAH! Khurram, this one is a keeper. What a work of art this whore is...she knows how to satisfy a man like me. Look at this, I don't have a single drop left in me", Gowda pointed at his deflated penis and gave her few applauds. Then he slowly stood up covering his lifeless manhood inside his lungi.
 
Looking at the men who were unfinished and begging silently for his permission, Gowda laughed and updated. "Go on fuckers, give the whore what she needs"
 
Tanvi's brain froze at the words. "What the hell"
 
One of the men kneeled immediately behind her to start, and stopped suddenly when they all heard Gowda's next words. 
 
"Agar maine kisi ko bhi is ranid ko haath lagate dekha ya marne ko koshish kiya mere se pehle, toh wo tumhari zindagi ki aakhri saans hogi. Chal, ab apna kachra gira iski gaand pe, dekh toh sahi kaisi laal ho gayi hai... thoda coating chahiye ispe... sharma mat... shuru ho ja" (If I see any of you touching this whore before I do, it will be the last breath you will take in your life. Now, drop your filth on her ass, look at it, so red... it needs some coating... don't be shy), Gowda chuckled and ordered the men who were desperately waiting for their chance.
 
Tanvi stayed in her ass-up position for two reasons. One, she wanted it to happen. Second, she was scared of the outcome if she allowed it to happen. 
 
The next second Gowda's permission came, she felt hot liquid spraying on her buttocks, on her ass-cheeks, on her lower back, below her ass, on her thighs, right on her asshole...straight to her pulsing pussy lips along with carnal moans and screams and curses meant for her, calling her names, yelling at her shameless display...all of it. 
 
One after other, the men who had unfinished business, deposited their loads on her back...within a minute, she felt the heaviness of their semen all over the burning area of her rump.
 
Tanvi sat on her shins and feet on the ground, her cloth crumbled, naked at top, naked at bottom, exposing everything to everyone, shame was long gone...her eyes blazed with carnal hunger...she wanted it to be answered in only one way she knew...the way of her windened horizon...she was ready for it...for a moment she regretted making such effort to make the Driver to cum in her mouth, if not he would be fucking her brains out in this open space. 
 
She was ready for it...ready for everyone...in her mind, if any of the sex-crazed men who stood around made a move, she was ready to open her legs and accept...her mind and brain drifted past that stage of self-protection...she wanted one thing...and only thing...a man to finish her pussy's lust!

Ting!

Gowda picked his phone and read the message that just came.

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-86 (b):



Ting!

 
Gowda picked his phone and read the message. "Shit, that Kashi is killing me. Bloody asshole", he paused a bit while making a big decision. The plans he held for the night just vanished.
 
"Kashi? Rajma Kashi? What does he want? Didn't we deliver last month? Now, he want again?", Devki found her voice.
 
"Yes Devki, I did. But there is two more pieces sitting in my truck and he is waiting for those sluts very urgently in Delhi"
 
"But, Gowda Saab, our business is not with Kashi, we have other priorities", Devki questioned the Driver.
 
"True. For our stuff, I need this piece of slut...so...I will keep her"
 
"Gowda Saab, please… she just arrived today. Give me a month to keep her here… at least", Devki's voice turned pleading.
 
Gowda dismissed like he did not heard it. "Anyway, I have to leave now. But, make sure this whore is here when I am back in a week for Devi Puja, and make all the necessary arrangements, Devki. I am keeping this whore", Gowda growled and looked at Khurram who was still seated without any emotion. 
 
"You heard her loud and clear, Khurram. She wants to be with me, not you anymore, got it?"
 
Khurram just nodded without any expression. 
 
"Abey saalon, agar mujhe pata chala ki tum mein se ek ne bhi is ramdi pe meri lakshman rekha paar ki, toh chun-chun ke maarunga sabko. Jaante ho na mujhe, haina?" (Assholes, if I come to know even a single one of you crossed my line on this whore, I will kill every one of you. You know me, yes?"), Gowda's voice was terrifying when he addressed the spent but still eager looking men.
 
"Ji, Gowda Saab", one of the men replied in a meek voice.
 
Tanvi blinked her eyes when she felt a tap on her head.
 
Gowda smirked and leaned forward to reach where Tanvi was seated on the ground. He bent forward and squeezed both her breasts and placed a sharp pinch on her nipples making her squel with pain and he laughed at her reaction.
 
He came closer to her face and whispered only for her to hear... 
 
"Agli baar, Devi Puja ki raat ko, tujhe aisi cheez doonga jo tu zindagi bhar nahi bhool payegi... Khurram sirf bada hai... mere paas tujhe dene ke liye aisi cheez hai ki tu hamesha ke liye mere saath ruk jayegi. Tu Devki ke saath yahin reh, tere bacchon ka khayal main rakhunga, aur hum mere bache banayenge, main bas yahi soch raha hoon ki tu kaise gidgidayegi mere liye... Devki sab intezam kar degi, thik hai Chokkri?" (Next time, on Devi Puja night, I will give you something you'll never forget in your life... Khurram is only size... I have something to give that will make you stay with me forever. So be here with Devki, I will take care of your Children, and we will make more of mine, I can't stop thinking how you will cry begging for more of me... Devki will make all arrangements, okay Chikni?), with one more mild squeeze to her breasts, Gowda turned to walk away.

"Devki, Devi Puja pe shadi ki taiyari kar," (Devki, prepare for wedding on Devi Puja), Gowda talked like he was stating a fact.

"Khurram, Safiya wala pichla kissa main iske saath barabar kar raha hoon," (Khurram, I am letting the last incident of Safiya with this slut, remember it!), Khurram looked up to Gowda's face when he heard the Driver talking to him.

"Aur, is randi ko main rakh raha hoon, tu aisa kuch mat karna jiska tujhe baad mein pachtawa ho," (Also, I am keeping this whore, so don't do something that you might regret), with another loud grunt, Gowda walked away and disappeared from their sight.

"Drink this," Tanvi heard Devki's voice and looked up. She took the glass of water and drank. It was then she realized how thirsty she was.

"Mausi?", Tanvi's head turned suddenly when she heard an alien voice. It was then she saw the men behind her. Some of them still had their penises out and others sat recovering. 
 
She stood up immediately and realized how naked she was. 
 
She pushed the hem down to her thighs and pulled the pallu to her shoulder, covering her expose immediately. She couldn’t figure out if it was her shyness, embarrassment or her reality that kicked in. The moment the cloth passed over her ass-curvature, the apparel grazed over the slapped skin that was burning and aching all over. She could not help a sob from coming out of her chest and tried her best to control it with a whimper. The cotton cloth became wet with the volume of cum that was deposited on her bottom by the men earlier.
 
"Arrey Chikni, why you do that. It's our turn now", another man came forward.
 
"No. She's not for sale. You heard Gowda Saab already, plus she is my niece. Now leave, assholes", Devki said in angered tone.
 
Tanvi looked at the older woman with surprise. She was perplexed of it. Expecting a bad outcome after Gowda's deliverance, she thought the night would continue right there, but it was the other way around.
 
Khurram stood up to his full height. The moment they saw him, the men backed out. 
 
Tanvi just remained standing.
 
"Devki, I think you have something to tell me, right?", Khurram face was full of rage that he resemebled some wild beast.

"Ji, Saab...I...I...Gowdaji asked me to call...", Devki stopped in mid-sentence when she saw Khurram gesturing to keep her lips closed with a menacing look.

"I will speak with you once I am done with this slut. Come to the van after ten minutes", Khurram gritted his teeth as he looked at Devki.
 
"Ji Saab", Devki's voice to too meek as Tanvi noticed. Like her confidence faded.
 
"Come here", Khurram called at Tanvi.
 
Tanvi stood where she was, with a face of defiance.
 
"I asked you to come HERE", his voice rose high and few of the men walked away and the rest remained doubting to stay or not. 

Devki walked away into her house, her time was being counted. 
 
"If you want me, you come here Khurramji", Tanvi was shocked when she heard her voice. 
 
It was slutty...whorish...and cheap...along with it, a sleazy giggle came out of her that brought the stench of Gowda's sperm from her stomach. She stood staring at the old man with defiant eyes and inhaled the musk of the Driver into her head, creating a ripple of excitement in her pussy.
 
Khurram's face changed into anger. His nostrils flared. With a grunt, he took two strides with his long legs and reached few inches in front of her, and looked down.
 
Without another word, Khurram leaned and bent down, extended his long arms, hooked it behind her knees, and lifted her up...
 
The next second, Tanvi was hoisted up and put down on his shoulder. 
 
She was placed like a paper doll, bent over on the tall man's shoulder, and that act made her cloth to ride high up her back. Possibly that was the idea. 
 
The men, whoever stayed, once again was blessed with the amazing nakedity of the sex-goddess...they gulped the last view and as Khurram turned away, they looked at the woman’s naked upper body and deliciously supple ass for one last time.

The remaining pack of low-class workers stood rooted in the dirt, their heavy breaths being the only sound in the dark and silent night.

They were blessed once more with the raw, absolute nakedness of this high-class slut-goddess, now reduced to their level. Their eyes, bloodshot and hungry, devoured the sight of her sweat-slicked, trembling flesh. 

As Khurram finally turned his back the them, carrying the naked-ass woman on his shoulder with her ass-cheeks bouncing with a lewd invitation, the men scrambled to gulp down one last, illicit view of her world-class upper body.

Their lust-hungry eyes gulped every portion of Tanvi's naked-skin, her unsupported, bulbous mounds swaying with every step the large man took, and the sight of her deliciously supple, reddened and welted plump-ass cheeks in all it’s sinfully pleasing view.
 
They stared at her wide-open vulnerability, memorizing and savouring the image of her ruined, naked rump before Khurram walked out of their vision…to the front of the petrol station.

[Aavesh9]

Happy to see the event not turning into yet another slum-bashing gang action. When this scene started with previous chapters, I was so doubtful why YLTS would bring in a scene like this...but as I finished it...thankful that it was not another repetition of the same.

Thank you YLTS!!

Also, there is reference of Kashi (Rajma Kashi) at the end - this was a charecter from another story "A Clandestine Prosecution" - I am not sure if I guess right on this (is this turning into a YLTS-VERSE? )


Anyways - enjoy reading - be good to yourself - be good to others - and chill!

[Thilka]

Best wishes. Ylts is terrific righter.i was eagerly waiting for
Clandestine prosecution. Atleast you give rough outline of that story brother