21-11-2021, 06:28 PM
“Aaaahhhssss..” I sighed as the cool water fell on my body. It was a welcome respite after a day I’d never imagine would come. I simply closed my eyes and stood under the shower for a few minutes.
I slowly ran my hands through my hair as the water trickled down. I felt something sticky in my hair and picked it in my hand. As I rubbed it between my fingers, I realised it was semen. As I stared at it blankly, my thoughts went back to that moment.
What started late in the morning didn’t stop even when as evening rolled by. Their years of pent up sexual frustration burst out on me.
Barely a few minutes had passed after they had ejaculated in me, the men again pounced on me and I found myself pinned down this time by Fahim. My legs had been pushed back to my chest while he crouched on me as he humped. Tejinder kneeled next to me fucking my mouth. My ass was raised up in the air as
Fahim pumped his cock in and out of me. It was similar to how I was in the morning; this time the men had just switched positions. My knees started aching from being in such a contorted position for so long. Tejinder groaned loudly before spewing his load on my face and that’s how I got semen in hair.
Later in the afternoon I found myself sucking on Fahim’s cock while Tejinder snored next to us. I was lying between his legs, sucking and slurping his cock while his filthy hands caressed my head and occasionally squeezed my tits and slapped my ass.
As much as I hate to admit it, I got so engrossed in pleasuring that phallus that I didn’t realise Tehinder had stopped snoring. I failed to notice he had woken up and had kneeled behind me. It was only when I was propped up on my knees that I realised it. Too far gone to say anything I spent next several minutes like that getting boned from both ends till each of them ejaculated inside me.
From morning, these two hardened criminals had ejaculated inside me 3 times either in my mouth or my vagina.
And as the sun set, darkness of the night creeper in adding to the darkness that had already enveloped my life.
After I finished my shower, I walked out. The men had loosened their guard a bit but kept a close watch on me. Both of them were now wearing my husband’s robes. I made a mental note to burn the robes after this was over and if this ever ended.
It was then I suddenly realised…. Rohan!
I scrambled for my phone which was on the table but Tejinderbeat me to it and snatched it before me.
“Behenchod..kya kar rahi hai?” He growled at me.
“Phone check karna tha…pati ka phone aya hoga” I stammered.
“Lund fark nai padta kiska phone hai. Tu phone se door reh” He said.
“Uuhh..lekin” I scrambled to reply.
“Agar maine call nahi kiya to use shak ho jayega…kisiko bhej bhi sakta hai yahan” I managed to give an excuse. It was legit enough to make them ponder.
It was true…if I didn’t call back, Rohan might literally send someone to check on me. Maybe I made a mistake checking my phone. Maybe if I didn’t respond to a couple of more calls, help would literally be on the way. But if and when that help arrived, what was I supposed to tell them.
“Hmmmm…call kar” Fahim said. That bastard was lying on my bed, in my husband’s robe with his legs stretched out and his hands behind his head like he owned the fucking place.
Tejinder handed me the phone, I quickly noticed 2 missed calls from him but before I could dial him.
“Backchodi mat kar. Agar tere mard ko jara bhi shak hua ki hum yahan hai to tera sar uss diwar pe phod dunga samjha randi!” Fahim said as he got off the bed and threatened me.
I shuddered as the image of my bloody dead body on the floor flashed in front of me. Any plan of SOS were now dashed. My house was quite far away from anyone I knew could come for help. I’d better keep myself alive to see the sun rise I thought.
I somehow managed to dial my husband with my shivering hands. A couple of rings later he picked it up.
“Hey babe…where are you. I called you twice.” Rohan said the moment he picked up the call.
“Uuhh..yeah…I stayed up late last night studying and slept during the day. You know I have a havit of keeping my phone on silent. Sorry I couldn’t take your call.” I said trying to sound as normal as I could.
“Hmm…I was also pretty tired. The long drive drained me out and I also slept quite a lot.”
“Where’s Aarav?” I asked for my son.
I spent the next few minutes talking to my son. He excitedly told me about his day and all the fun he had.
“You should’ve come too mumma…I miss you.” Aarav said.
“I miss you too baby.” I managed to speak with a lump in my throat. I so desperately wanted to hug my son and my husband at that moment. I tried maintaining my composure even as I felt like bawling my heart out.
“Ok mumma…byeee..love you mummaa…” Aarav bid me good bye.
“Good night my child.” I replied as tears flowed down my cheeks.
“Ok then…I’ll call you back tomorrow..take care honey…love you…bye.” Rohan said.
“I love you Rohan.” I replied and heard him end the call.
As soon as I was done, Tejinder snatched the phone out of my hand. I was too busy crying to notice anything else.
“Awww…yeh randi rona ho gaya?” Fahim said mockingly .
I looked up at him with all the anger and diagust I could muster.
“Ha!” He chuckled before walking out of the room.
“Hmmmm..” Tejinder beckoned me to follow him.
A few minutes later I found myself back in the kitchen, in the same attire from the morning; just the apron on my naked body.
They ordered me to cook them a meal. They said they needed energy after fucking me the whole day and for fucking me later! The last part of that sentence made me shudder. What had my life come to!
Tejinder stood guard near me while Fahim explored the house. I could hear him open cabinets and doors in the other room. A couple.of minutes later Fahim returned.
“Oh Bhaisaaab….Bhai yahan aao!” Fahim said to Tejinder and beckoned him. They both walked towards the ground floor bedroom. I sighed as I realised they had found the ‘man cave as my husband called it.
It was a spare room on the ground floor. The original plans for the house had 4 bedrooms. 2 on the ground floor and 2 above. But with just 3 of us in the house, we decided to keep one bedroom for ourselves, one for our son and one for any guests who stayed over. The spare bedroom was then claimed by my husband.
He spent a small fortune to build his ‘man cave. It had a couple of large reclining chairs and also a three seater leather sofa and a large flat screen TV in front of them. A play station console was in the cabinet under the TV. My son and husband would play video games every weekend and sometimes he would have his friends over too.
The room also hosted a fully stocked bar with a expensive and heavy wooden bar counter with stools in front of it. Behind the bar counter were shelves full of the large collection of liquor my husband had collected over the years. There was also a refrigerator which was stocked with a crate of beer at all times.
The wall of the man cave were adorned with posters of all types; from his favorite rock bands like The doors, Led Zeppelin to his favorite sports like Formula 1 and soccer too.
I quickly followed then, worried that they might raid the liquor shelves and break something. I was too late. The were already behind the bar pulling out the alcohol.
Tejinder pulled out a bottle of scotch, opened it and took a large swig and handed it to Fahim who did the same.
“Ummm….kya badhiyadaru hai!” Fahim said as he downed the scotch.
“Ummhmm..” Tejinder said as he pulled out another bottle, this time a Vodka and again took a large swig and handing it over to his friend.
“Ruko…Hath mat lagao use!” I protested.
“Bhag Bhosdiwali…” Fahim said as he gulped down the vodka.
And I watched silently as they gulped down scotches, vodkas, gins and even an Irish bailey’s. Fahim moved to the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers. One for himself and one for his friend. They downed a pint of beer in 3 seconds flat! I watched them with my mouth wide open.
“Fahim bhai..hum kyu yeh kaam khud kar rahe hai jab hamare pas waiter hai.” Tejinder said. His speech was noticeable slurred afte r gulping down a heady cocktail of hard liquor.
“Aye kutiya..chal peg laga aur kuch khane ko leke aa.” Fahim said sounding equally drunk.
I sighed and moved back to the kitchen. I quickly moved to the landline phone in the kitchen. I couldn’t hear the dial tone. I then noticed they had cut the wires. I swiftly moved to the loving room and found that phone not working too. Fahim had snatched my phone and it was now in his pocket. DAMN!!!
Dejected and defeated, I walked back to the kitchen and got back to slaving for these escaped inmates. With slumped shoulders and teary eyes, I managed to fry a packet full of chicken nuggets. I had no choice but to do as they pleased. If they were dangerous sober, I couldn’t imagine what they’d do drunk.
I walked into the mancave with a bowl full of nuggets and another bowl of peanuts. By now they had made themselves comfortable on the nice, comfy sofa and were watching the TV.
I placed the tray on the table in front of them and as I did that, my ample cleavage popped out from the apron, not that I could hide anything anyways but as I bent down, I could feel their hungry eyes on my chest. I quickly stood straight the moment I noticed their ravenous gaze. I had to manage to spend this night without getting defiled which was going to he a challenge but I hoped they would get drunk enough to pass out.
As I turned around and walked toward the bar, Fahim whistled. That wolf whistle made me cringe and I remembered I was completely naked from behind. The apron did a shoddy job of covering my front but from behind I was totally nude except for the thin string of the apron. I closed my eyes, grit my teeth and kept walking.
I quickly fetched a bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses not allowing them to see me anymore than I had to. I kept thr glasses and the bottle on the table.
“Kya?” I looked at them puzzled as they stared at me.
“Dekh kya rahi hai…peg bana sali.” Tejinder ordered me.
With a deep sigh I sat down next to the table. I opened the bottle of scotch and poured a small drink of 60 ml in each glass.
“Tere namard pati ki tarah nahi peete hum. Aur daal.” Fahim growled.
Stunned at being shouted at, I quietly opened the bottle and poured the scotch into the glass.
“Aur…Aur…” Fahim kept saying till the glas was almost full. I couldn’t believe what I was doing and what Fahim was about to do. I filled Tejinder’s glass too.
“Cheers bhai…” Tejinder raised the glass.
“Cheers Azadi ki.” Fahim replied as their glasses clinked together before they chugged down large sips of the liquor.
Tejinder grabbed my hand and yanked it, pulling me towards them. The sudden jerk not only hurt but also made me yelp as I collapsed on the couch between them.
He put his hand around my shoulder and squeezed my left breast tightly.
“Aaaaooooo..” I squealed as I felt his sharp nails dig into my flesh.
“Chal..ek ghoont le” Tejinder slurred as he pushed the glass in my face.
I winced and turned away as I smelt the liquor in his mouth.
“No..Nahi…Mein sharaab nahi peeti.” I resisted.
I slowly ran my hands through my hair as the water trickled down. I felt something sticky in my hair and picked it in my hand. As I rubbed it between my fingers, I realised it was semen. As I stared at it blankly, my thoughts went back to that moment.
What started late in the morning didn’t stop even when as evening rolled by. Their years of pent up sexual frustration burst out on me.
Barely a few minutes had passed after they had ejaculated in me, the men again pounced on me and I found myself pinned down this time by Fahim. My legs had been pushed back to my chest while he crouched on me as he humped. Tejinder kneeled next to me fucking my mouth. My ass was raised up in the air as
Fahim pumped his cock in and out of me. It was similar to how I was in the morning; this time the men had just switched positions. My knees started aching from being in such a contorted position for so long. Tejinder groaned loudly before spewing his load on my face and that’s how I got semen in hair.
Later in the afternoon I found myself sucking on Fahim’s cock while Tejinder snored next to us. I was lying between his legs, sucking and slurping his cock while his filthy hands caressed my head and occasionally squeezed my tits and slapped my ass.
As much as I hate to admit it, I got so engrossed in pleasuring that phallus that I didn’t realise Tehinder had stopped snoring. I failed to notice he had woken up and had kneeled behind me. It was only when I was propped up on my knees that I realised it. Too far gone to say anything I spent next several minutes like that getting boned from both ends till each of them ejaculated inside me.
From morning, these two hardened criminals had ejaculated inside me 3 times either in my mouth or my vagina.
And as the sun set, darkness of the night creeper in adding to the darkness that had already enveloped my life.
After I finished my shower, I walked out. The men had loosened their guard a bit but kept a close watch on me. Both of them were now wearing my husband’s robes. I made a mental note to burn the robes after this was over and if this ever ended.
It was then I suddenly realised…. Rohan!
I scrambled for my phone which was on the table but Tejinderbeat me to it and snatched it before me.
“Behenchod..kya kar rahi hai?” He growled at me.
“Phone check karna tha…pati ka phone aya hoga” I stammered.
“Lund fark nai padta kiska phone hai. Tu phone se door reh” He said.
“Uuhh..lekin” I scrambled to reply.
“Agar maine call nahi kiya to use shak ho jayega…kisiko bhej bhi sakta hai yahan” I managed to give an excuse. It was legit enough to make them ponder.
It was true…if I didn’t call back, Rohan might literally send someone to check on me. Maybe I made a mistake checking my phone. Maybe if I didn’t respond to a couple of more calls, help would literally be on the way. But if and when that help arrived, what was I supposed to tell them.
“Hmmmm…call kar” Fahim said. That bastard was lying on my bed, in my husband’s robe with his legs stretched out and his hands behind his head like he owned the fucking place.
Tejinder handed me the phone, I quickly noticed 2 missed calls from him but before I could dial him.
“Backchodi mat kar. Agar tere mard ko jara bhi shak hua ki hum yahan hai to tera sar uss diwar pe phod dunga samjha randi!” Fahim said as he got off the bed and threatened me.
I shuddered as the image of my bloody dead body on the floor flashed in front of me. Any plan of SOS were now dashed. My house was quite far away from anyone I knew could come for help. I’d better keep myself alive to see the sun rise I thought.
I somehow managed to dial my husband with my shivering hands. A couple of rings later he picked it up.
“Hey babe…where are you. I called you twice.” Rohan said the moment he picked up the call.
“Uuhh..yeah…I stayed up late last night studying and slept during the day. You know I have a havit of keeping my phone on silent. Sorry I couldn’t take your call.” I said trying to sound as normal as I could.
“Hmm…I was also pretty tired. The long drive drained me out and I also slept quite a lot.”
“Where’s Aarav?” I asked for my son.
I spent the next few minutes talking to my son. He excitedly told me about his day and all the fun he had.
“You should’ve come too mumma…I miss you.” Aarav said.
“I miss you too baby.” I managed to speak with a lump in my throat. I so desperately wanted to hug my son and my husband at that moment. I tried maintaining my composure even as I felt like bawling my heart out.
“Ok mumma…byeee..love you mummaa…” Aarav bid me good bye.
“Good night my child.” I replied as tears flowed down my cheeks.
“Ok then…I’ll call you back tomorrow..take care honey…love you…bye.” Rohan said.
“I love you Rohan.” I replied and heard him end the call.
As soon as I was done, Tejinder snatched the phone out of my hand. I was too busy crying to notice anything else.
“Awww…yeh randi rona ho gaya?” Fahim said mockingly .
I looked up at him with all the anger and diagust I could muster.
“Ha!” He chuckled before walking out of the room.
“Hmmmm..” Tejinder beckoned me to follow him.
A few minutes later I found myself back in the kitchen, in the same attire from the morning; just the apron on my naked body.
They ordered me to cook them a meal. They said they needed energy after fucking me the whole day and for fucking me later! The last part of that sentence made me shudder. What had my life come to!
Tejinder stood guard near me while Fahim explored the house. I could hear him open cabinets and doors in the other room. A couple.of minutes later Fahim returned.
“Oh Bhaisaaab….Bhai yahan aao!” Fahim said to Tejinder and beckoned him. They both walked towards the ground floor bedroom. I sighed as I realised they had found the ‘man cave as my husband called it.
It was a spare room on the ground floor. The original plans for the house had 4 bedrooms. 2 on the ground floor and 2 above. But with just 3 of us in the house, we decided to keep one bedroom for ourselves, one for our son and one for any guests who stayed over. The spare bedroom was then claimed by my husband.
He spent a small fortune to build his ‘man cave. It had a couple of large reclining chairs and also a three seater leather sofa and a large flat screen TV in front of them. A play station console was in the cabinet under the TV. My son and husband would play video games every weekend and sometimes he would have his friends over too.
The room also hosted a fully stocked bar with a expensive and heavy wooden bar counter with stools in front of it. Behind the bar counter were shelves full of the large collection of liquor my husband had collected over the years. There was also a refrigerator which was stocked with a crate of beer at all times.
The wall of the man cave were adorned with posters of all types; from his favorite rock bands like The doors, Led Zeppelin to his favorite sports like Formula 1 and soccer too.
I quickly followed then, worried that they might raid the liquor shelves and break something. I was too late. The were already behind the bar pulling out the alcohol.
Tejinder pulled out a bottle of scotch, opened it and took a large swig and handed it to Fahim who did the same.
“Ummm….kya badhiyadaru hai!” Fahim said as he downed the scotch.
“Ummhmm..” Tejinder said as he pulled out another bottle, this time a Vodka and again took a large swig and handing it over to his friend.
“Ruko…Hath mat lagao use!” I protested.
“Bhag Bhosdiwali…” Fahim said as he gulped down the vodka.
And I watched silently as they gulped down scotches, vodkas, gins and even an Irish bailey’s. Fahim moved to the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers. One for himself and one for his friend. They downed a pint of beer in 3 seconds flat! I watched them with my mouth wide open.
“Fahim bhai..hum kyu yeh kaam khud kar rahe hai jab hamare pas waiter hai.” Tejinder said. His speech was noticeable slurred afte r gulping down a heady cocktail of hard liquor.
“Aye kutiya..chal peg laga aur kuch khane ko leke aa.” Fahim said sounding equally drunk.
I sighed and moved back to the kitchen. I quickly moved to the landline phone in the kitchen. I couldn’t hear the dial tone. I then noticed they had cut the wires. I swiftly moved to the loving room and found that phone not working too. Fahim had snatched my phone and it was now in his pocket. DAMN!!!
Dejected and defeated, I walked back to the kitchen and got back to slaving for these escaped inmates. With slumped shoulders and teary eyes, I managed to fry a packet full of chicken nuggets. I had no choice but to do as they pleased. If they were dangerous sober, I couldn’t imagine what they’d do drunk.
I walked into the mancave with a bowl full of nuggets and another bowl of peanuts. By now they had made themselves comfortable on the nice, comfy sofa and were watching the TV.
I placed the tray on the table in front of them and as I did that, my ample cleavage popped out from the apron, not that I could hide anything anyways but as I bent down, I could feel their hungry eyes on my chest. I quickly stood straight the moment I noticed their ravenous gaze. I had to manage to spend this night without getting defiled which was going to he a challenge but I hoped they would get drunk enough to pass out.
As I turned around and walked toward the bar, Fahim whistled. That wolf whistle made me cringe and I remembered I was completely naked from behind. The apron did a shoddy job of covering my front but from behind I was totally nude except for the thin string of the apron. I closed my eyes, grit my teeth and kept walking.
I quickly fetched a bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses not allowing them to see me anymore than I had to. I kept thr glasses and the bottle on the table.
“Kya?” I looked at them puzzled as they stared at me.
“Dekh kya rahi hai…peg bana sali.” Tejinder ordered me.
With a deep sigh I sat down next to the table. I opened the bottle of scotch and poured a small drink of 60 ml in each glass.
“Tere namard pati ki tarah nahi peete hum. Aur daal.” Fahim growled.
Stunned at being shouted at, I quietly opened the bottle and poured the scotch into the glass.
“Aur…Aur…” Fahim kept saying till the glas was almost full. I couldn’t believe what I was doing and what Fahim was about to do. I filled Tejinder’s glass too.
“Cheers bhai…” Tejinder raised the glass.
“Cheers Azadi ki.” Fahim replied as their glasses clinked together before they chugged down large sips of the liquor.
Tejinder grabbed my hand and yanked it, pulling me towards them. The sudden jerk not only hurt but also made me yelp as I collapsed on the couch between them.
He put his hand around my shoulder and squeezed my left breast tightly.
“Aaaaooooo..” I squealed as I felt his sharp nails dig into my flesh.
“Chal..ek ghoont le” Tejinder slurred as he pushed the glass in my face.
I winced and turned away as I smelt the liquor in his mouth.
“No..Nahi…Mein sharaab nahi peeti.” I resisted.
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