19-10-2021, 10:50 AM
I woke up when the Rays of the late morning sun pierced through curtains. A few seconds after I opened my eyes, my body registered the pain in my groin. I touched my vagina before a pulse of pain surged through my body.
I looked down and noticed it was still sore from last night. The nightmare was real! My pussy was sore and ached, my face was aching from the barrage of slaps I received throughout last night. The torn remains of the neckties we're still wrapped tightly around my wrist and under those I could see visible red bruises on my wrists from all the wringing and twisting that happened last night.
I gingerly touched my swollen cheek and felt the remnants of dried tears. And with that the entire night came to me in flashes. I closed my eyes in horror as I relived those terrifying hours.
The monotonous, slow hum of the ceiling fan; my moans and screams, their animalistic grunts, the loud slaps and the squishing sounds of their cocks ploughed my wet pussy. I could still feel Fahim's breath against my ear as he fucked me with ruthless abandon. I cringed as I recalled how my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and my legs around his waist.
Tears flowed down my eyes and a few seconds later I started crying inconsolably. The thoughts of my husband, my marriage, my child, my family all came gushing into my mind. My honour was desecrated, my body defiled and my conscience so badly mangled that I thought it was beyond recovery.
I stayed in bed, bawling from all those dreadful thoughts and memories. The men, I thought had left and I was all alone to cry my time out before my husband returned. But I was wrong.
I heard footsteps coming towards the room and I froze. They were still here! The nightmare wasn't over yet!
Tejinder walked in, still dressed in his jail clothes. I hastily grabbed the bedsheet and covered my nakedness. Seeing me do that he chuckled.
"Ab kya sharma rahi hai..sab kuch to dekh liya humne." He said referring to my futile efforts to hide my naked body. I just kept my head down as tears trickled down my cheeks.
"Fahim ne neeche bulaya hai." He ordered.
His authoritarian tone outraged me. First they bangd me and now they're pushing me around!
"Fuck you. And Fuck him." I yelled at him.
He appeared startled at first. I was sure no woman had ever yelled at him like that but he recovered immediately but didn’t react. I shot him a sharp look of disgust but that didn't affect him.
"Chal neeche aa..bohot bhuk lagi hai humko." He said.
"Nahi aungi. Tumne mera bang kiya aur ab mujhe khana banane keh rahe ho.. bhaad mein jao." I yelled back at him. It was truly outrageous of them to expect me to cook for them after banging me.
"Humne kahan bang kiya tera." He replied. I simply couldn't believe what he said.
"Tujhe to bada maza aya kal raat…ise bang nahi kehte.."
"Go fuck yourself." I screamed at him.
"Dekh kutiya..jyada angrezi na jhaad.. chup chap apni gand bistar se utha aur niche chal varna…" He said as he raised his shirt off his waist just enough to show me the gun tucked inside his pants.
That was enough to shut me up. I resigned yet again to my situation and started looking for my clothes.
"Uski koi jaroorat nahi hai." He said.
I looked at him, pleading with my eyes but nothing changed. I sighed and let go off the bedsheet. It slid down my body slowly and my breasts were out in the open for his eyes to feast on.
I slid off the bed and stood next to him, waiting to follow him downstairs. He pushed me ahead and told me to walk and he followed me. As we walked out of the room I could sense his eyes were on my naked butt.
As we started walking down the stairs, I felt his hand grab my ass and give it a light squeeze. I shivered at this unwanted touch but said nothing in reply. The very next moment I felt a slap on my ass. I yelled and was about to trip and fall down but he deftly grabbed me stopping my fall.
We made our way downstairs and he then took me to the kitchen. Fahim was sitting at the dinning table as if waiting for a meal. Seeing me in that state, his eyes lit up. His gaze locked on to my boobs. In the darkness of the night he must not have been able to see them as clearly as he did right now.
Saying that I was uncomfortable with my nakedness would be a gross understatement I felt like killing myself at that moment. It felt disgusting and gut wrenching to know that these two monsters were staring at my naked body.
"Good morning madam." Fahim said and smiled lecherously. His gaping teeth with tobacco stains were sickening to say the least.
"Ab humne teri hawas ki bhook mitai hai to kya hame kuch khane ko milega?" Fahim said sarcastically and they bother chuckled. I took a deep breath knowing well that I had no choice but to comply.
"Kya main please kuch pehen sakti hoon?" I made a request to wear clothes.
"Na ji…aap to aise hi thik ho" He retorted immediately, denying my plea to cover myself.
"Aise haal mein to tere jaise izzatdar aur khandani aurat bhagne ki koshish nai karegi. Agar ghar ko aag bhi lag gayi to tu pehle kapde dhundegi." Fahim said.
They deliberately wanted me to stay naked to prevent my escape. He clearly spelled out his plan.
I sighed and walked to the fridge. I opened it and inadvertently bent down to find something to eat. It was completely unintentional since I had never been inside the kitchen naked but the moment I bent down, I heard Tejinder gasp and Fahim exclaim "Oye hoi.."
Startled and embarrassed, I immediately stood up and turned around. The men laughed so loudly that the sound reverberated across the house. I on the other hand bit my lip tight and bowed my head down in utter shame.
I kneeled down, this time conscious of my rear end, not that I was able to hide a lot. I fetched the same packet of eggs and bread.
“Aye chinaal…ye kya ande aur bread bar bar..aur kuch ata nahu kya banane.?” Fahim thundered sounding annoyed at me trying to cook the same meal I had given them last night.
I quietly turned around to face him with my head down. Tears started rolling down my cheeks yet again. I had never been talked to like this let alone being called a whore.
“Paaji…Parathe kaise rahenge nashte mein?” Fahim asked Tejinder triumphantly.
“Aaah…mooh ki baat cheenli bhai tune.” Tejinder replied.
“Kya..main tum logo ki bawarchi nahi hoon.” I interjected, trying to defy them. They ignored me and continued their conversation.
“Yaad hai woh patharganj ke parathe?" Fahim recalled.
“Hmmmm…unka swaad to aaj bhi jubaan par hai ” Tejinder replied, caressing his stomach
“Haan..bura hua…poore khandaan ko maarna pada.” Fahim said looking at me.
“Haan agar woh chup chaap apni baat sunte to aaj zinda hote.” Tejinder also looked at me as he said that.
That whole conversation sent a shiver down my spine. Were they serious? Or were these just mind games to compel me to obey them. Who would take the chance to guess. They were carrying a gun and the news said they were in jail on murder charges.
I sighed, resigned to my condition, I quietly went about fetching the ingredients for making parathas. Usually it took me not more than two minutes to gather everything I wanted to cook but now that I was completely naked in presence of two criminals, I was extra conscious. It isnt easy to pick something up when you’re trying to hide your modesty with one arm and trying to work with other. Everytime I had to bend down to fetch something, I’d cover my ass and vagina with one hand and whenever I stood up, I would cover my breasts with one hand.
I quickly fetched the apron and wore it. It gave me a perfect excuse to hide my breasts. The kitchen counter covered my crotch anyway. With a sense of momentary relief, I got to work. The potatoes were in the pressure cooker and I was kneading the dough for the parathas.
I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck was happening? If it were my family, I would’ve been happily cooking but why the hell was I cooking for these scoundrels? I need to escape..I need to get out of here.
As I was lost in my thoughts, kneading the dough absentmindedly, I didn’t realise when that prick Tejinder walked up behind me. My chain of thoughts was broken when I felt Tejinder’s hand on my butt. I gasped and my body stiffened. I stopped kneading the dough as I felt his large hand completely cover my left butt cheek.
I looked at Fahim who didn’t seem to notice. His head was buried in the newspaper that he might have fetched in the morning from the door.
“Ruk kyu gayi?” Tejinder growled and he brought his face right next to.my ear. I shivered and reluctantly started kneading the dough. As my hands moved, so did Tejinder’s mimicking mine. I was kneading the dough and he was kneading my butt.
He stood right behind me, his crotch touching my butt. I could feel his erection brushing against my ass. My body visibly trembled as his hands slowly moved him my butt to my waist and squeezed it. I bit my lip as I tried to stop a squeal. His hands then slowly travelled up my waist, slowly snuck under my arms, under the apron and cupped my breasts.
My natural instinct was to slam my elbow into his stomach but by now I was wise to know what would follow so I simply stood there as he molested me.
His fingers quickly found my nipples and started tweaking them as he palmed by breasts. To my own disgust and shame, my body reacted to this and my nipples stood erect.
My nipples were indeed the most sensitive part of my body; smallest of stimuli could make them rock hard. A gust of cold wind, rubbing of fabric had them pop up. It was obvious they would pop up if a pair of hands was fondling and playing with them.
His fingers were working on my nipples. He would tweak them, pinch them, roll then between his fingers and lightly twist them. As much I tried not to react, I couldn’t help but squirm. I bit my lip hard trying to stop
If fondling my tits wasn’t enough, he now started grinding his crotch in my ass. I squirmed but to no avail, it only made him do it more. I could feel the massive size of his tool even from the baggy clothes of this prison trousers. The rough fabric and his thick erection rubbed against my exposed vagina. It was obvious my body would respond even if I didn’t want it to.
His up and down movements started having an effect on me. My already wet pussy started leaking, I could feel my juices ooze as he kept dry humping me. Even has his crotch worked on me, his hands hadn’t stopped working on my breasts; infact, his hands were now mauling my breasts.
“uurrrmmmmphh...ummrrrphh" I grunted as I felt an orgasm approaching. I had pursed my lips tight , tryinf hard not to moan but I could help but grunt and groan.
It was as if Fahim was deaf. He hadn’t moved an inch inspite of me grunting and groaning a couple of feet away from him. His head was still buried in the news paper.
I gripped the edge of the counter tight as the orgasm came closer and closer. I had stopped kneading the dough long ago and was trying hard not to cum. My other hand was still in the dough tray. But the way things were going, I knew I was going to fail.
“Urrmmm..urrmmmm…urrrmmppfff…” I groaned as I came and came hard. My legs felt weak and gave way and I collapsed in the counter. My breathing was heavy and I felt light headed.
“Ab bas karoge?” Fahim asked. I looked at him. His face didn’t bear any expression but his voice gave away his irritation. Tejinder stepped back and I gulped fearing that Fahim would take his place. I was already trembling from a mixture of fear and arousal. But to my surprise and relief Fahim didn’t leave his place.
“Ab uske bable dabne se dil bhar gaya ho to kya ab pet bhare?” Fahim ordered and got back to reading the news paper.
I looked down and noticed it was still sore from last night. The nightmare was real! My pussy was sore and ached, my face was aching from the barrage of slaps I received throughout last night. The torn remains of the neckties we're still wrapped tightly around my wrist and under those I could see visible red bruises on my wrists from all the wringing and twisting that happened last night.
I gingerly touched my swollen cheek and felt the remnants of dried tears. And with that the entire night came to me in flashes. I closed my eyes in horror as I relived those terrifying hours.
The monotonous, slow hum of the ceiling fan; my moans and screams, their animalistic grunts, the loud slaps and the squishing sounds of their cocks ploughed my wet pussy. I could still feel Fahim's breath against my ear as he fucked me with ruthless abandon. I cringed as I recalled how my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and my legs around his waist.
Tears flowed down my eyes and a few seconds later I started crying inconsolably. The thoughts of my husband, my marriage, my child, my family all came gushing into my mind. My honour was desecrated, my body defiled and my conscience so badly mangled that I thought it was beyond recovery.
I stayed in bed, bawling from all those dreadful thoughts and memories. The men, I thought had left and I was all alone to cry my time out before my husband returned. But I was wrong.
I heard footsteps coming towards the room and I froze. They were still here! The nightmare wasn't over yet!
Tejinder walked in, still dressed in his jail clothes. I hastily grabbed the bedsheet and covered my nakedness. Seeing me do that he chuckled.
"Ab kya sharma rahi hai..sab kuch to dekh liya humne." He said referring to my futile efforts to hide my naked body. I just kept my head down as tears trickled down my cheeks.
"Fahim ne neeche bulaya hai." He ordered.
His authoritarian tone outraged me. First they bangd me and now they're pushing me around!
"Fuck you. And Fuck him." I yelled at him.
He appeared startled at first. I was sure no woman had ever yelled at him like that but he recovered immediately but didn’t react. I shot him a sharp look of disgust but that didn't affect him.
"Chal neeche aa..bohot bhuk lagi hai humko." He said.
"Nahi aungi. Tumne mera bang kiya aur ab mujhe khana banane keh rahe ho.. bhaad mein jao." I yelled back at him. It was truly outrageous of them to expect me to cook for them after banging me.
"Humne kahan bang kiya tera." He replied. I simply couldn't believe what he said.
"Tujhe to bada maza aya kal raat…ise bang nahi kehte.."
"Go fuck yourself." I screamed at him.
"Dekh kutiya..jyada angrezi na jhaad.. chup chap apni gand bistar se utha aur niche chal varna…" He said as he raised his shirt off his waist just enough to show me the gun tucked inside his pants.
That was enough to shut me up. I resigned yet again to my situation and started looking for my clothes.
"Uski koi jaroorat nahi hai." He said.
I looked at him, pleading with my eyes but nothing changed. I sighed and let go off the bedsheet. It slid down my body slowly and my breasts were out in the open for his eyes to feast on.
I slid off the bed and stood next to him, waiting to follow him downstairs. He pushed me ahead and told me to walk and he followed me. As we walked out of the room I could sense his eyes were on my naked butt.
As we started walking down the stairs, I felt his hand grab my ass and give it a light squeeze. I shivered at this unwanted touch but said nothing in reply. The very next moment I felt a slap on my ass. I yelled and was about to trip and fall down but he deftly grabbed me stopping my fall.
We made our way downstairs and he then took me to the kitchen. Fahim was sitting at the dinning table as if waiting for a meal. Seeing me in that state, his eyes lit up. His gaze locked on to my boobs. In the darkness of the night he must not have been able to see them as clearly as he did right now.
Saying that I was uncomfortable with my nakedness would be a gross understatement I felt like killing myself at that moment. It felt disgusting and gut wrenching to know that these two monsters were staring at my naked body.
"Good morning madam." Fahim said and smiled lecherously. His gaping teeth with tobacco stains were sickening to say the least.
"Ab humne teri hawas ki bhook mitai hai to kya hame kuch khane ko milega?" Fahim said sarcastically and they bother chuckled. I took a deep breath knowing well that I had no choice but to comply.
"Kya main please kuch pehen sakti hoon?" I made a request to wear clothes.
"Na ji…aap to aise hi thik ho" He retorted immediately, denying my plea to cover myself.
"Aise haal mein to tere jaise izzatdar aur khandani aurat bhagne ki koshish nai karegi. Agar ghar ko aag bhi lag gayi to tu pehle kapde dhundegi." Fahim said.
They deliberately wanted me to stay naked to prevent my escape. He clearly spelled out his plan.
I sighed and walked to the fridge. I opened it and inadvertently bent down to find something to eat. It was completely unintentional since I had never been inside the kitchen naked but the moment I bent down, I heard Tejinder gasp and Fahim exclaim "Oye hoi.."
Startled and embarrassed, I immediately stood up and turned around. The men laughed so loudly that the sound reverberated across the house. I on the other hand bit my lip tight and bowed my head down in utter shame.
I kneeled down, this time conscious of my rear end, not that I was able to hide a lot. I fetched the same packet of eggs and bread.
“Aye chinaal…ye kya ande aur bread bar bar..aur kuch ata nahu kya banane.?” Fahim thundered sounding annoyed at me trying to cook the same meal I had given them last night.
I quietly turned around to face him with my head down. Tears started rolling down my cheeks yet again. I had never been talked to like this let alone being called a whore.
“Paaji…Parathe kaise rahenge nashte mein?” Fahim asked Tejinder triumphantly.
“Aaah…mooh ki baat cheenli bhai tune.” Tejinder replied.
“Kya..main tum logo ki bawarchi nahi hoon.” I interjected, trying to defy them. They ignored me and continued their conversation.
“Yaad hai woh patharganj ke parathe?" Fahim recalled.
“Hmmmm…unka swaad to aaj bhi jubaan par hai ” Tejinder replied, caressing his stomach
“Haan..bura hua…poore khandaan ko maarna pada.” Fahim said looking at me.
“Haan agar woh chup chaap apni baat sunte to aaj zinda hote.” Tejinder also looked at me as he said that.
That whole conversation sent a shiver down my spine. Were they serious? Or were these just mind games to compel me to obey them. Who would take the chance to guess. They were carrying a gun and the news said they were in jail on murder charges.
I sighed, resigned to my condition, I quietly went about fetching the ingredients for making parathas. Usually it took me not more than two minutes to gather everything I wanted to cook but now that I was completely naked in presence of two criminals, I was extra conscious. It isnt easy to pick something up when you’re trying to hide your modesty with one arm and trying to work with other. Everytime I had to bend down to fetch something, I’d cover my ass and vagina with one hand and whenever I stood up, I would cover my breasts with one hand.
I quickly fetched the apron and wore it. It gave me a perfect excuse to hide my breasts. The kitchen counter covered my crotch anyway. With a sense of momentary relief, I got to work. The potatoes were in the pressure cooker and I was kneading the dough for the parathas.
I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck was happening? If it were my family, I would’ve been happily cooking but why the hell was I cooking for these scoundrels? I need to escape..I need to get out of here.
As I was lost in my thoughts, kneading the dough absentmindedly, I didn’t realise when that prick Tejinder walked up behind me. My chain of thoughts was broken when I felt Tejinder’s hand on my butt. I gasped and my body stiffened. I stopped kneading the dough as I felt his large hand completely cover my left butt cheek.
I looked at Fahim who didn’t seem to notice. His head was buried in the newspaper that he might have fetched in the morning from the door.
“Ruk kyu gayi?” Tejinder growled and he brought his face right next to.my ear. I shivered and reluctantly started kneading the dough. As my hands moved, so did Tejinder’s mimicking mine. I was kneading the dough and he was kneading my butt.
He stood right behind me, his crotch touching my butt. I could feel his erection brushing against my ass. My body visibly trembled as his hands slowly moved him my butt to my waist and squeezed it. I bit my lip as I tried to stop a squeal. His hands then slowly travelled up my waist, slowly snuck under my arms, under the apron and cupped my breasts.
My natural instinct was to slam my elbow into his stomach but by now I was wise to know what would follow so I simply stood there as he molested me.
His fingers quickly found my nipples and started tweaking them as he palmed by breasts. To my own disgust and shame, my body reacted to this and my nipples stood erect.
My nipples were indeed the most sensitive part of my body; smallest of stimuli could make them rock hard. A gust of cold wind, rubbing of fabric had them pop up. It was obvious they would pop up if a pair of hands was fondling and playing with them.
His fingers were working on my nipples. He would tweak them, pinch them, roll then between his fingers and lightly twist them. As much I tried not to react, I couldn’t help but squirm. I bit my lip hard trying to stop
If fondling my tits wasn’t enough, he now started grinding his crotch in my ass. I squirmed but to no avail, it only made him do it more. I could feel the massive size of his tool even from the baggy clothes of this prison trousers. The rough fabric and his thick erection rubbed against my exposed vagina. It was obvious my body would respond even if I didn’t want it to.
His up and down movements started having an effect on me. My already wet pussy started leaking, I could feel my juices ooze as he kept dry humping me. Even has his crotch worked on me, his hands hadn’t stopped working on my breasts; infact, his hands were now mauling my breasts.
“uurrrmmmmphh...ummrrrphh" I grunted as I felt an orgasm approaching. I had pursed my lips tight , tryinf hard not to moan but I could help but grunt and groan.
It was as if Fahim was deaf. He hadn’t moved an inch inspite of me grunting and groaning a couple of feet away from him. His head was still buried in the news paper.
I gripped the edge of the counter tight as the orgasm came closer and closer. I had stopped kneading the dough long ago and was trying hard not to cum. My other hand was still in the dough tray. But the way things were going, I knew I was going to fail.
“Urrmmm..urrmmmm…urrrmmppfff…” I groaned as I came and came hard. My legs felt weak and gave way and I collapsed in the counter. My breathing was heavy and I felt light headed.
“Ab bas karoge?” Fahim asked. I looked at him. His face didn’t bear any expression but his voice gave away his irritation. Tejinder stepped back and I gulped fearing that Fahim would take his place. I was already trembling from a mixture of fear and arousal. But to my surprise and relief Fahim didn’t leave his place.
“Ab uske bable dabne se dil bhar gaya ho to kya ab pet bhare?” Fahim ordered and got back to reading the news paper.
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