18-05-2019, 02:27 PM
A few feet down the alley (actually I was unsure of the distance), there was another similar siding. It was a bit bigger and had a plastic sheet separating it from the alley. He pushed me inside and rearranged the sheet. I looked around to see that it was almost like a poor man's hut, there were two dirty mattresses and few household objects.
"What is this place?" I asked.
"This is where a poor book-w,.' lives, decent lady."
"I will shout for help if you do anything to me!" I threatened, mustering as much courage as I could.
"I will do anything and everything I wish and you can shout as much as you wish," he sniggered, "but that would just invite other –w,.''s who live nearby to the party."
Impulsively, I made a run for the alley but he was too quick for me. Grabbing on to my hair, he pulled me back and held me in a bear hug.
"What's this about, decent lady?" he asked, "earlier you were very eager to show me your goods, now what is the problem?"
Without waiting for a reply or an answer, he pinned my hands behind my back. My salwar, which was being held in place by me, fell down again to around my ankles.
"Please...I do not want to..."
"Shut up, decent lady...I do not care what you want or not! Do you think you are too smart for me...I have seen many bitches like you here! First, you go strutting about this place...showing your breasts and teasing us...what do you think we are? Caged animals? And then, you act all innocent and stuff, as if you are a pristine decent lady, you bitch! I know you are a bitch and I'm going to make you a cheap whore now!"
His violent rambling made me realize that I was now completely at the mercy of this dark middle-aged poor man, the book-w,.'.
"Let us begin the action!" he announced, as if to an imaginary audience.
I realized that I had closed my eyes due to fear, disgust or most probably, both. As my eyes were closed, it took me a moment to register that the book-w,.' was tugging at the waist band of my panty. Before I could even open my mouth to register a protest, I heard the flimsy stitches on one side of my waist give away. My eyes, now fully open due to shock, saw the remains of my tattered panty being flung away. Even though I was now almost fully naked and in the grasp of a poor low class man, I could not help but feel sad at the state off my expensive lingerie!
I stood transfixed as my fully open eyes saw the projectile journey of my panty. The fact that my black delicate panty landed in a pool of ditch water made me wake up from my reverie.
"Listen bitch! Take off your kurta or it'll meet the same fate as your panty!" he snarled, mouthing drops of spit on my face as he threatened me.
"What is this place?" I asked.
"This is where a poor book-w,.' lives, decent lady."
"I will shout for help if you do anything to me!" I threatened, mustering as much courage as I could.
"I will do anything and everything I wish and you can shout as much as you wish," he sniggered, "but that would just invite other –w,.''s who live nearby to the party."
Impulsively, I made a run for the alley but he was too quick for me. Grabbing on to my hair, he pulled me back and held me in a bear hug.
"What's this about, decent lady?" he asked, "earlier you were very eager to show me your goods, now what is the problem?"
Without waiting for a reply or an answer, he pinned my hands behind my back. My salwar, which was being held in place by me, fell down again to around my ankles.
"Please...I do not want to..."
"Shut up, decent lady...I do not care what you want or not! Do you think you are too smart for me...I have seen many bitches like you here! First, you go strutting about this place...showing your breasts and teasing us...what do you think we are? Caged animals? And then, you act all innocent and stuff, as if you are a pristine decent lady, you bitch! I know you are a bitch and I'm going to make you a cheap whore now!"
His violent rambling made me realize that I was now completely at the mercy of this dark middle-aged poor man, the book-w,.'.
"Let us begin the action!" he announced, as if to an imaginary audience.
I realized that I had closed my eyes due to fear, disgust or most probably, both. As my eyes were closed, it took me a moment to register that the book-w,.' was tugging at the waist band of my panty. Before I could even open my mouth to register a protest, I heard the flimsy stitches on one side of my waist give away. My eyes, now fully open due to shock, saw the remains of my tattered panty being flung away. Even though I was now almost fully naked and in the grasp of a poor low class man, I could not help but feel sad at the state off my expensive lingerie!
I stood transfixed as my fully open eyes saw the projectile journey of my panty. The fact that my black delicate panty landed in a pool of ditch water made me wake up from my reverie.
"Listen bitch! Take off your kurta or it'll meet the same fate as your panty!" he snarled, mouthing drops of spit on my face as he threatened me.
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