20-10-2021, 10:00 PM
Tejinder quietly fetched a bottle from the liquor cabinet and both of them sat down to drink in the morning. They used no water..no ice..no soda..they straight up poured themselves drink after drink and gulped it down.
All the while as they drank, they watched me cook them breakfast. My naked body was their form of entertainment. As I moved around, my bare, full breasts jiggled. I was aware of their lecherous stares but couldn't do much about it.
As they kept staring at me, I also realized that they were rubbing their raging erections under their pants. It was embarrassing to see two full grown men staring at me so openly. It's not like I haven't been stared at before but this time I was fully naked, in my own house.
These two escaped convicts, these two rapists and murders, men who were way below my class, bloody fucking unwashed, uncouth bastards were in my house, leering at my naked body and I couldn’t do shit about it. It was infuriating, humiliating, shameful, disgusting and all the other adjectives I could think of.
I walked up to them and threw the breakfast plates in the table. My anger had manifested and I instantly realized the consequences of that defiance. I expected to get a tight slap the very next instant but surprisingly, the men had their eyes on the food.
I watched in shock as those two animals hogging in the food. I sat in one corner of the kitchen covering my breasts and clamping my legs shut, watching them eat and drink to their heart's content.
In a matter of minutes, the food in their plate was gone and the bottle was almost empty. And now I dreaded their attention was going to be on me again.
"Le..tu bhi pee..." Fahim said pouring the scotch in the glass. I shook my head and cringed.
He got up and walked towards me. He 8kneeled in front of me and forced the drink into my hand.
"Chal pee chup chap."
"No please..."
He grabbed my face and forced my mouth open and then poured the liquor into my mouth. I tried to spit it out but he clamped his mouth to mine. I struggled and in that struggle the liquor flowed down my mouth.
He broke the kiss and I started coughing uncontrollably. He looked back at Tejinder and sniggered. I could feel the warm, bitter scotch burn my throat as it made its way down to my stomach.
Before I could recover from the bout of coughing, he was back in front of me with another drink, this one larger than the last.
"Peeley." He said sternly.
“Nahi..door hato mujhse!.” A second later a slap hit my face.
“Yeh tere nakhre ke liye tha. Main jo bolta hoon who kar ” Fahim said as his hand tightly gripped the hair behind my head.
"Ok..par please maro mat.." I replied meekly.
He thrust the glass into my hand and watched me. I reluctantly brought the glass to my mouth and as soon as it touched my lip, he held the glass the topped it over, thrusting the liquor down my throat and another bout of coughing began.
Watching my incessant coughing, the men laughed as if they were deriving sadistic pleasure out of misery. A couple of minutes later I recovered.
Fahim threw the glass away and then thrust the bottle in my face. I pushed him away and felt a hard slap the very next second. But before I could collapse to the ground, he grabbed my hair tight and pulled me back and thrust the open bottle into my mouth.
The bitter whiskey gushed into my mouth and as much as I tried, I couldn't help but swallow it. The whiskey filled my mouth and I gulped down more and more. After several gulps, I coughed and finally managed to push him away. This time he relented.
I collapsed to the ground, coughing and trying to catch my breath. The throat burned and the bitter after taste made me feel pukish.
With groggy eyes I saw Fahim walk back to his partner.
"Ise chadh gayi hai. Ab yeh bhagegi nahi aur chup bhi rahegi" He told Fahim.
"Aur kitni der yahan rahe?" Tejinder asked him.
"security officer dhoondh rahi hogi hame. Abhi bahar jane mein khatra hai. Yahan hamare paas khali ghar hai..khana hai..sharaab hai..aur aurat bhi hai..kuch der aaram karte hai yahan."Fahim replied.
Even in that dazed state, I registered his words. The nightmare would continue. What the hell was I supposed to do...
Before I could gather my thoughts, the door bell rang. All three of us were startled. Tejinder quickly pulled out his gun and Fahim swiftly moved towards me and covered my mouth tightly with his hand.
“Ummmppff..uuurrgggmmm" I tried screaming to whoever was behind the door but Fahim’s grip tightened over my mouth.
“Chup reh..warna kaat dunga.” Fahim growled at me.
Tejinder quietly sneaked towards the window making sure not to make any noise. It was quite surprising to see a large man like him sneak around like a cat; perhaps it was years of breaking and entering that made him such a sneaker.
He very carefully parted the curtains and looked out. From the kitchen window, he could see the door.
“Koi aurat hai..lagta hai naukrani hai.!” Tejinder whispered.
It was Shanti, my maid. This was her usual time. I really wanted to run towards the door but Fahim had me in a vice like grip.
The door bell rang again and then again. Tejinder was panicking but Fahim seemed calm.
“Tu…use jane ko bol.” Fahim ordered me. His hand was still tightly covering my mouth.
“Bandook de.” Fahim took the gun from Tejinder.
“Chal mere saath." He grabbed my hand and stood up. He pushed me ahead, pointed his gun at my back, so much so that I could feel the cold metal touching my naked back. As we were entering the living room, he stopped me.
“Use chale jaane ko bol aur koi hoshiyaari nahi..warna yahi tujhe aur use goli mar dunga aur peeche ke garden mein dafna dunga.” Fahim threatened me.
He then poked the gun at my back and pushed me ahead. In that moment, I became aware of my state of undress. I couldn’t let Shanti see me like this and I couldn’t let her know that I have two men in my house.
Shanti is the gossip monger of the entire neighborhood and I couldn’t give her the chance to gossip about me. If she came to know that I am naked in my house with two men when my husband and child are out of town, she won’t stop to understand the reality but rather run around spreading gossip. I had to tactfully either get rid of her or somehow let her know I was in trouble. But how..I didn’t know that.
As we reached the door, Fahim and I stood to its right. The door opened inside and it would give and him enough cover.
As I reached out to the knob, I looked at Fahim who cocked his pistol before nodding his head. My body was trembling, I was sweating and that was a moment of life or death. I didn’t know which way it would go. Either I would die or survive but would I be free?
I turned the doorknob and slowly opened it, keeping my body behind the door and poked my head out.
“Memsaab itna time kyu laga aapko ?…” Shanti stopped mid sentence seeing my head poked out from behind the door. I had never behaved like this before. Till yesterday, I would open the door and walk back inside and Shanti would follow and today I stood behind the door staring at her.
“Shanti..kuch din chutti lelo.” I replied trying to shoo her off.
“Lekin memsaab….” She stammered.
Just then I felt the cold hard metal of the pistol at the back of my head. I visibly shivered which I am sure even Shanti saw.
“Meri tabyat thik nahi hai…main tumhe phone karungi…ab jao please.” I said before before slamming the door in her face.
I turned back to look at Fahim. His pistol was now pointed straight my my forehead.
“Chali gayi?” he whispered.
I peeped through the hole. Shanti had just turned back and had started walking away.
I quietly nodded and Fahim lowered the gun.
I had just squandered the best chance I had to escape. What worse could have happened? Shanti would have seen me naked that’s it but atleast it would have been better than being held hostage and bangd.
Tejinder crouched his way to the kitchen window and peeped out. He looked around carefully for a couple of seconds before he turned and said “haan chali gayi.” With the coast clear, they stood up, back to their careless, uncouth ways.
“Chal upar chalte hai.” Fahim growled. He grabbed my arm and pushed me ahead. I winced as his rough hand tightly gripped my arm. All three of us walked upstairs. My heart which was already beating fast, now sky rocketed as I anticipated being bangd again in my bed.
All the while as they drank, they watched me cook them breakfast. My naked body was their form of entertainment. As I moved around, my bare, full breasts jiggled. I was aware of their lecherous stares but couldn't do much about it.
As they kept staring at me, I also realized that they were rubbing their raging erections under their pants. It was embarrassing to see two full grown men staring at me so openly. It's not like I haven't been stared at before but this time I was fully naked, in my own house.
These two escaped convicts, these two rapists and murders, men who were way below my class, bloody fucking unwashed, uncouth bastards were in my house, leering at my naked body and I couldn’t do shit about it. It was infuriating, humiliating, shameful, disgusting and all the other adjectives I could think of.
I walked up to them and threw the breakfast plates in the table. My anger had manifested and I instantly realized the consequences of that defiance. I expected to get a tight slap the very next instant but surprisingly, the men had their eyes on the food.
I watched in shock as those two animals hogging in the food. I sat in one corner of the kitchen covering my breasts and clamping my legs shut, watching them eat and drink to their heart's content.
In a matter of minutes, the food in their plate was gone and the bottle was almost empty. And now I dreaded their attention was going to be on me again.
"Le..tu bhi pee..." Fahim said pouring the scotch in the glass. I shook my head and cringed.
He got up and walked towards me. He 8kneeled in front of me and forced the drink into my hand.
"Chal pee chup chap."
"No please..."
He grabbed my face and forced my mouth open and then poured the liquor into my mouth. I tried to spit it out but he clamped his mouth to mine. I struggled and in that struggle the liquor flowed down my mouth.
He broke the kiss and I started coughing uncontrollably. He looked back at Tejinder and sniggered. I could feel the warm, bitter scotch burn my throat as it made its way down to my stomach.
Before I could recover from the bout of coughing, he was back in front of me with another drink, this one larger than the last.
"Peeley." He said sternly.
“Nahi..door hato mujhse!.” A second later a slap hit my face.
“Yeh tere nakhre ke liye tha. Main jo bolta hoon who kar ” Fahim said as his hand tightly gripped the hair behind my head.
"Ok..par please maro mat.." I replied meekly.
He thrust the glass into my hand and watched me. I reluctantly brought the glass to my mouth and as soon as it touched my lip, he held the glass the topped it over, thrusting the liquor down my throat and another bout of coughing began.
Watching my incessant coughing, the men laughed as if they were deriving sadistic pleasure out of misery. A couple of minutes later I recovered.
Fahim threw the glass away and then thrust the bottle in my face. I pushed him away and felt a hard slap the very next second. But before I could collapse to the ground, he grabbed my hair tight and pulled me back and thrust the open bottle into my mouth.
The bitter whiskey gushed into my mouth and as much as I tried, I couldn't help but swallow it. The whiskey filled my mouth and I gulped down more and more. After several gulps, I coughed and finally managed to push him away. This time he relented.
I collapsed to the ground, coughing and trying to catch my breath. The throat burned and the bitter after taste made me feel pukish.
With groggy eyes I saw Fahim walk back to his partner.
"Ise chadh gayi hai. Ab yeh bhagegi nahi aur chup bhi rahegi" He told Fahim.
"Aur kitni der yahan rahe?" Tejinder asked him.
"security officer dhoondh rahi hogi hame. Abhi bahar jane mein khatra hai. Yahan hamare paas khali ghar hai..khana hai..sharaab hai..aur aurat bhi hai..kuch der aaram karte hai yahan."Fahim replied.
Even in that dazed state, I registered his words. The nightmare would continue. What the hell was I supposed to do...
Before I could gather my thoughts, the door bell rang. All three of us were startled. Tejinder quickly pulled out his gun and Fahim swiftly moved towards me and covered my mouth tightly with his hand.
“Ummmppff..uuurrgggmmm" I tried screaming to whoever was behind the door but Fahim’s grip tightened over my mouth.
“Chup reh..warna kaat dunga.” Fahim growled at me.
Tejinder quietly sneaked towards the window making sure not to make any noise. It was quite surprising to see a large man like him sneak around like a cat; perhaps it was years of breaking and entering that made him such a sneaker.
He very carefully parted the curtains and looked out. From the kitchen window, he could see the door.
“Koi aurat hai..lagta hai naukrani hai.!” Tejinder whispered.
It was Shanti, my maid. This was her usual time. I really wanted to run towards the door but Fahim had me in a vice like grip.
The door bell rang again and then again. Tejinder was panicking but Fahim seemed calm.
“Tu…use jane ko bol.” Fahim ordered me. His hand was still tightly covering my mouth.
“Bandook de.” Fahim took the gun from Tejinder.
“Chal mere saath." He grabbed my hand and stood up. He pushed me ahead, pointed his gun at my back, so much so that I could feel the cold metal touching my naked back. As we were entering the living room, he stopped me.
“Use chale jaane ko bol aur koi hoshiyaari nahi..warna yahi tujhe aur use goli mar dunga aur peeche ke garden mein dafna dunga.” Fahim threatened me.
He then poked the gun at my back and pushed me ahead. In that moment, I became aware of my state of undress. I couldn’t let Shanti see me like this and I couldn’t let her know that I have two men in my house.
Shanti is the gossip monger of the entire neighborhood and I couldn’t give her the chance to gossip about me. If she came to know that I am naked in my house with two men when my husband and child are out of town, she won’t stop to understand the reality but rather run around spreading gossip. I had to tactfully either get rid of her or somehow let her know I was in trouble. But how..I didn’t know that.
As we reached the door, Fahim and I stood to its right. The door opened inside and it would give and him enough cover.
As I reached out to the knob, I looked at Fahim who cocked his pistol before nodding his head. My body was trembling, I was sweating and that was a moment of life or death. I didn’t know which way it would go. Either I would die or survive but would I be free?
I turned the doorknob and slowly opened it, keeping my body behind the door and poked my head out.
“Memsaab itna time kyu laga aapko ?…” Shanti stopped mid sentence seeing my head poked out from behind the door. I had never behaved like this before. Till yesterday, I would open the door and walk back inside and Shanti would follow and today I stood behind the door staring at her.
“Shanti..kuch din chutti lelo.” I replied trying to shoo her off.
“Lekin memsaab….” She stammered.
Just then I felt the cold hard metal of the pistol at the back of my head. I visibly shivered which I am sure even Shanti saw.
“Meri tabyat thik nahi hai…main tumhe phone karungi…ab jao please.” I said before before slamming the door in her face.
I turned back to look at Fahim. His pistol was now pointed straight my my forehead.
“Chali gayi?” he whispered.
I peeped through the hole. Shanti had just turned back and had started walking away.
I quietly nodded and Fahim lowered the gun.
I had just squandered the best chance I had to escape. What worse could have happened? Shanti would have seen me naked that’s it but atleast it would have been better than being held hostage and bangd.
Tejinder crouched his way to the kitchen window and peeped out. He looked around carefully for a couple of seconds before he turned and said “haan chali gayi.” With the coast clear, they stood up, back to their careless, uncouth ways.
“Chal upar chalte hai.” Fahim growled. He grabbed my arm and pushed me ahead. I winced as his rough hand tightly gripped my arm. All three of us walked upstairs. My heart which was already beating fast, now sky rocketed as I anticipated being bangd again in my bed.
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