Misc. Erotica Rinku – Badchalan Bhabhi - Trapped (Part 1)

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Rinku – Badchalan Bhabhi – A Slut’s Revenge! (Part 88)

 

Suba magnanimously gave me a lift, but only after I had wiped my body clean of sperm & all other bodily fluid I had been drenched with!

 

He seemed to have enjoyed himself enormously & to be frank so had I!!!

Although Suba was in great spirits through out the drive home, my mood was becoming somber by the minute.

 

It was a sense of looming dread that was pulling me into the depths of despair & the reason for it was my next session!

 

It was with the old sadist FM!!!!

The last time he & his savage son had almost killed me because of their torture!

 

Their violent ways were the very reason why FM’s second session with had been scheduled last!

 

The other’s had not wanted that their slutty Rinku bhabhi be incapacitated before all had their fill!

 

But, the moment of terror had inevitably arrived & I was in no position to refuse or deny FM his 2nd round of sadism with me!

 

So, it was almost afternoon when I finally reached home & cleant & scrubbed myself clean & then had something to eat & then laid down to catch some rest!

 

I made sure I ate very less, since the last time with FM & Mohit (his son) the bastards had made me even eat my own vomit & I definitely didn’t want to repeat that experience in this lifetime!

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‘DINGGGG…DONG!!!’ the doorbell brought me out of my restful nap with a jolt!

 

Terrified at the prospect of being punished by FM for being late at opening the door, I scampered without even bothering to adjust my short flimsy singlet!

 

So when I opened the door, one shoulder starp of my singlet had slipped way down, revealing my jiggling cleavage to the wide eyed delivery man who could only gape at me & my sexy body!

 

Although I pulled up the shoulder strap in place hurriedly, I realized my erect nipples made mangificeint pokkies while my shapely legs were almost fully exposed!

 

But, the unabashed adulation & appreciation that was evident in the delivery man’s eyes made the slut within me stir & I began flirting with him without any compunction!

 

I reached up & played with my silky soft hair & then tied it right on top of head in a loose bun!

All through, the man stared at my smooth armpits & my jiggling tits & then feasted his eyes on my bare legs!

 

I leaned across the door frame such that my boobs pushed towards the strap of the singlet & he managed to see the side of one of my fair breast’s!

 

“Uh..uh..ooohhh…uuh…mm..ohh!” was all he could stammer & I almost broke into laughter!

 

I raised an ankle & rubbed it against the back of my leg, exactly like a tempting whore 7 raised an questioning eyebrow & asked “Bologe bhi ya sirf besharami se nazara dekhte rahoge?”

 

“Uhh..OHHhh…m…ma…mad…ma..dam…!” he stuttered as one of his hand moved & clutched his own crotch!

 

‘Did he just ejaculate?’ I thought to myself & was thinking of inviting him in to check it out when he blubbered “Sorry madam… parcel… parcel laya tha… ?”

 

He reached out holding the parcel & I grasped the parcel & his hand with mine as I made a show of sloly pulling the parcel from his hand!

 

“Oh behenchod!....!” he gasped & I hissed back “behen… mai tujhe apni behen lagti hoon… chutiye saale!?”

 

“Uh..huh…nah..nahin..nahi…. madam..tum toh ekdum se.xy….matlab khoobsurat ho….!” he yapped!

 

“Hmm…acchi lagi mai…tumko?” I asked & he nodded like a collegeboy would have nodded at an offered chocolate!

 

“Andar aana cha..h..o..ge… …OH SHITTTTT!” I began crooning but the fell into an uncontrolled stutter & then exclaimed in terror!

 

“Kya hua madam…. Tumhara pati aa gaya kya?” the man asked in utter disappointment & a little bit of fear!

 

Seeing his reaction, I realized that my face had lost all colour & had become pale & my skin was mottled with goosebumps all over & my whole body was twitching & shivering in abject terror!

 

I pulled the parcel inside & muttered “Thank you … get lost!!!!!” as I slammed the door shut & stared at the parcel, still terrified!

 

What had scared me shitless was the scrawled name at the bottom of the packet, it read ‘From… FM’

 

‘FM!’… that name was enough to drive out all sluttiness from me!

 

I flopped to the floor right where I had been standing & ripped open the parcel  & stared as the contents scattered all over the floor!

 

Carefully I collected the various parts & stared at them!

Finally, I picked up the shiny pink satin bra & panty set & set it aside! Next was a plastic butt plug with a fluffy white tail at the other end! Then there was an ‘O’ ring with a strap & a small leather whip & a few other things!

 

All tools of a cruel sadist!

Tools which which be used on a collegue’s blackmailed wife, ME!!!!!

 

I was about to stuff it all back when I saw the single sheet of paper with the word ‘INSTRUCTIONS’ written on it!

I read & still trembling readied myself to follow the instructions!

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Almost an hour later I stepped of my house, locked it & hid the key below the flower pot outside my door & took the elevator down!

Chote, (the only watchman who knew what a slut I was) was on duty & he whistled lecherously as I walked past him in the lobby!

 

Although it was not his fault at all since it was the way I was dressed, that anybody would think I was a cheap street walking whore on the prowl!

 

I had worn the stuff I had received in the package & exactly as per the instructions in it!

The white shirt was of thin fabric so that from beneath it, the shocking pink bra stood out, ripped jeans which were more ripped than there was denim fabric in it & stilettoe heels.

 

The shirt was knotted just below my boobs & the pink panties were worn as high up as possible, while the jeans were extremely low rise!

 

My hair was parted in the centre & was tied into 2 ponytails on either side of my head with shocking pink clips & I wore equally shocking lip colour on my pouty lips!

 

My deep round navel was exposed against my fair flat & bare tummy!

 

“Kyun Rinku bhabhi darling…. Aaj jaldi dukaan khol di lagta hai… randi saali?” Chote hissed & although I ignored him & hurried out of the compound before anybody else spotted me dressed like that!

 

A recurring scary thought resonated in my mind ‘Would I even be returning in one piece that night?’

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Luckily, I managed to hail an autorickshaw right at the gate of my complex & scampered inside!

 

I saw the rickshaw driver ogle at me & smirk; obvioulsy assuming either that this whore had just completed a home call or was going to provide her services to someone!

 

“Kahan jaana hai MadamJI?” he stressed the ‘MadamJI’ as if mocking me by being over respectful!!!

 

“Patra godowns, Shed no. 69!” I said & was stunned at the driver’s reaction!

 

He braked the rickshaw to a squealing halt & turned around & said wide-eyed “Abe dekh… woh accha area nahin hai… tujh jaisi ke liye bhi nahin……!”

 

“Kya matlab tujh jaisi …. Saale samaj ke kya rakha hai mujhe tune? Kya be?” I interrupted him in mid sentence & questioned him rudely!

 

“Arre dekh.. mai tere acche ke liye bol raha hoon…. Uss area me randiyan bhi nahin jaati…. Aur sareef aurate toh wahan se milon door rehti hai… naam bhi nahin leti patra godown ka…. Aur..tujh jaisi matlab dhandewali … tujhe dekh ke koi bhi tujhe pehchan jayega… pata nahin kyon tu yeh sab karti hai… itni khoobsoorat hai… saali dhang ke kapde pehn ke niklegi toh kisi film ki heroine lagegi… pata nahin kya majboori hai teri… par uss area me maat ja…. Meri salaah!! … Aage teri marzi… aur tera dhanda.. aur teri jaan!” he spoke at length & shook hi head in exasperation & turned around & revved the engine & waited for my response!

 

I was stunned by what he had said, but I was also sure I had no oher option!

FM had been clear in his instructions & so I said “teri salaah tere paas rakh… aur tera kaam kar… rickshaw chala… chal Patra godowns.. Shed no …6..9…!”

 

“Godown area ke galli par utar doonga… andhar nahin jaoonga! Mai risk nahin loonga…!” He retorted & sped away!

 

‘What the fuck!?!?! I understood a woman or girl being warned off the area but what did this man have to fear?’ I wondered & a cold finger of dread crept down my spine!

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The address was on the outskirts of town & the whole area seemed derelict & deserted!

But as I finally alighted from the rickshaw, I realized why the driver seemed to fear the place. It had a weird stench & a desolateness that brought on a sense of ominous terror!

 

The whole area was filled with old decrepit warehouse like structure with low slung building which seemed to have been built centuries ago & had not be repaired or painted since being built!

 

Creepers & trees grew from the walls & the windows were completely boarded & even those were covered with dust & grime!

 

Huge trees blocked out the sunlight & as I walked in between the derelict sheds, the roads seemed to narrow & I felt as if I was walking in some hoary haunted tunnel!

 

Near the entrance, the place had seemed deserted without any sign of life! But as I moved deeper within the cluster of never ending sheds, the road were strewn with garbage of all sorts!

The stench of stale urine & faeces mixed with other types of  unbearable odours making the already terrifying experience even more horrendous!

 

I was well & truly lost since every turn & lane seemed to be as dirty & as eerie as the other & I had a tough time making out the flaking & discolored names & numbers on the moss covered walls!

 

But as I ventured deeper into the maze, the garbage seemed to get more scarier, at least to me!

The piss & poop seemed to have been dumped much more recently & there were traces of small bonfires with huge quantities of used cigarettes & their packaging, wrinkled silverpaper, old broken bottles of various medications & lots & lots of broken syringes!

 

A sure fire sign of the place being a favorite haunt of drug addicts!

 

But another worrying thing in the garbage was the number of used condoms & torn condom packets!

 

All of it was just strewn around as if it had been tossed right where it had been used!

 

The further I went, the deeper the garbage piled up!

Soon, my stiletto heels were sinking upto my ankles in the soggy gooey & extremely malodorous garbage!

 

I was glad I had not eaten too much, otherwise I would have puked many times by now, so bad was the pile up of crap!