Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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After couple of days of severe torture and humiliation in the mansion by the two ex-convicts and house goondas, Smrithi started narrating what has happened to her son Rahul

Later that night Sameer uncle took me to a secluded extension of the mansion which looked like servant quarters and thrown me there.  That’s when I recollected what he was telling your dad that he will feed me to the most notorious ex-convicts that he employed them recently whom he uses to teach some harsh lessons to any maids that try to cheat nor obey the rules of the mansion

Balvinder and Tejpal !!!



The T shirt I was wearing was a short one, ending just below my waist and the shorts ended a few inches below my crotch. So every time I bent to get something, a hint of skin was on display for this criminal who standing right behind me.   The landline phone was just a couple of feet away from me. I started inching closer to it, hoping that somehow I could get him distracted and call the cops. But Tejpal was smart; once he realised that, he walked over to it, pulled it out and threw it away.   I expected him to hit me or at least say something but he stood there quietly staring at me. I on the other hand cursed under my breath at the missed opportunity.  
I was so hungry and don’t know when I ate last. I wanted to make something to eat. The spices needed for the omelette was in the cabinet above the kitchen counter .  Seeing me struggle to reach the cabinet, Tejpal moved swiftly behind me. His body brushed against mine as he reached over to the cabinet. Far from being accidental, this move was clearly deliberate. I felt his tall, lean body brush against my back and his crotch pushed against my butt. The jar of spice was right in his hand but he stayed put in his place, enjoying the bodily contact.  I cringed at the unwanted touch but he seemed thrilled. I thought he’d step back after retrieving the jar of spices but I was wrong. With the jar in one hand, he placed his other hand on my waist and squeezed it.



I visibly shivered, out of sheer disgust. I was being so openly molested by this thug  ; just the thought disgusted me.  He definitely hadn’t bathed in days and I could smell the musky odour from his body and from his dirty clothes. Standing so close to me, he towered over me. His chest brushed against the back of my head, his stomach against my back and his crotch was perfectly aligned with my butt. I felt his hips gyrate against my butt. I cringed but couldn’t help but notice the bulge growing against my butt.  The stench of his unwashed body and the smell of tobacco from his mouth made my stomach churn. I wanted to push him back and slap him as hard as I could but I knew that either I’d get a tighter slap in return or worse, a bullet in my head.  

I endured this nightmarish situation.  He placed the jar on the counter and took a step backward. I could still feel his eyes on me and soon, I felt his hands on me too. I shrieked as he grabbed my butt cheek and gave it a hard squeeze. The squeeze was painful. I bit my lip to avoid screaming but he squeezed harder. He was perhaps enjoying seeing me struggle more than he was enjoying a handful of my butt flesh that he had gripped.  “Aaaarrrgghhh...” I let out a moan of pain as I just couldn’t control it anymore. Tejpal chuckled and then slapped my aching butt hard which pushed me against the kitchen counter. My eyes were closed and tears rolled down my eyes as I cursed my fate and prayed to god to set me free.  “Ande jal rahe hai” I heard him say but I was still in pain.  “Bhenchod ande jal rahe hai!” He screamed. His booming voice startled me back to reality and I turned off the stove immediately.  And the next second I screamed again as he lunged at me and embraced me in a bear hug. In no time his hands found my breasts and squeezed them hard. I struggled to escape but he was too strong for me.

I tried to slap his hands away but simply couldn’t. He cupped my breasts and was squeezing them repeatedly like giving a massage albeit very rough.  Till now I was whimpering, trying to set myself free but then I screamed as his hand reached under to my crotch and cupped it. I tried pushing his hand away as strongly as I could but it didn’t budge. I felt his thick finger swipe along the length of my pussy and I shivered visible. The thin fabric of the shorts and the panties under didn’t provide much protection.  I was in a bear hug with this escaped convict who was squeezing my breasts and rubbing my pussy but to add to it, he started necking me. Even though, he wasn’t even close to being gentle like Sameer, my neck being my most erogenous spot, a bodily reaction was due.   I felt a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach and my mind was resisting him, my body started responding. It was perhaps an automatic reaction but I felt my panties dampen, my nipples harden.

My heart was already pounding and my breath was short. Physically I was aroused but my mind still was fighting back.  I was still struggling, trying to push him away. I raised my foot and stomped it on his bare foot. His grip loosened and I heard him grunt but he recovered. The hand that was on my breasts came up to my neck and he started choking me. The grip tightened and I got difficult to breath, the struggle was now to stay alive.  “Bhenchod randi Sali…lagta hai tujhe marna hai…” He grunted in my ear.  “Aaarrcckkhhh...Noo…. Plea…” I struggled to plead.  It started getting darker as my brain started running out of air. In those chaotic moments, I thought this was it…. but then he loosened his grip a little.  “Dekh mein tujhe marna nahi chahta lekin teri bakchodi jyada ho rahi hai…maa kasam gala daba dunga.” He whispered in my ear. It sounded like Death himself spoke to me.  I nodded and as soon as I did, he let go off my neck.



I inhaled loudly as my starving body took in as much oxygen it could.  I was still in his bear hug and a few minutes after I recovered, Tejpal was back to what he was doing before he tried to kill me.  He was squeezing my tits hard, alternating between them while his other hand was back to rubbing my pussy. I squirmed as I felt his hand slide under my shirt and grab my breast. I was being molested in   and I could do nothing about it.  I cursed myself. Why did I spy on my sister in law on what she is doing with Sameer? At least I wouldn’t have to go through this.  I drew a sharp breath when his hand deftly slid under my pyjamas and his finger slid along the length of my pussy. I visibly shuddered when his thick, rough finger rubbed my clit.

He laughed seeing my reaction and his finger started expertly playing with my clit. My hand gripped his wrist but it was too small and weak to stop it.  I opened my eyes wide in shock when I realised I was getting wet. No…No…Nooo…this can’t be happening. I was being forced upon then how could my body betray me like this.   Tejpal stopped for a while and I looked back at him. His eyes gleamed with the realisation of my arousal. I looked at him in horror and disbelief like a deer caught between the lights of a car. His fingers stirred a moment later and he guffawed seeing my shiver. He did it again to evoke the same reaction and again and again.  A few seconds later I was back to shuddering like before and he was busy licking my ears, squeezing my tits and tweaking my clit. And then I sensed it, I sensed the orgasm arriving. My body was showing all the signs of it. As much as I tried to push him away, I couldn’t; as much as I tried to tame my mind, I couldn’t. I was about to cum.  “Ummhh...Ummhppff...” I heard Balvinder behind us clearing his throat.  Tejpal stopped immediately and withdrew. I collapsed on to the kitchen counter after, my body still shivering from that assault on my body and senses.  “Bhai..mujhe pata hai bohot din ho gaye lekin hame jald se jald yeh shahar chodna hai.” Balvinder said placing his hand on Tejpal’s shoulder.  “Hmmm…control nahi kar paya.” Tejpal said before laughing out loud. He raised his finger to show Balvinder my juices on the tip. Balvinder looked at me with raised eye brows and a devilish smile but said nothing.  “Haha..chal ab khate hai.” Balvinder declared as he sat on the dining table and Tejpal joined him.

And like a gracious host to unwanted guests, I served them their meal.   I have never seen anyone eat like they did. They literally attacked the food as soon I placed it on the table.  . Seeing them literally swallow the food made me a little proud of myself. Even though they hadn’t uttered a word about how it tasted, just seeing them gobble it down was itself a form of appreciation.  “Kuch peene ke liye hai?” Tejpal asked.  “Uuhh…Coffee?” I replied blankly. They stopped eating and looked at each other for a second before erupting in loud laughter.  I felt a little insulted but also confused. The men, once they were done laughing looked at me before Balvinder spoke, “Abe…Daru hai kya?”  “Uuuhh...haa..haa..hai.” I stammered a response.  “To bhosadiwali dekh kya rahi hai…leke aa.” Balvinder commanded.  I stumbled to the corner of the kitchen to get the bottle.



I fetched the bottle from the cabinet and went to get the glasses.  “Kya kar rahi uai?” Balvinder thundered.  “Glasses….” I replied feebly.  “Woh sab chhod..bottle leke aa idar.” He commanded. I scampered back to the dining table and he snatched the bottle out of my hand. He pulled the cap open and then put it to his mouth and started gulping it down like it was water.  After taking a huge swig of the whiskey, he handed it over to Tejpal who did the same. In a matter of seconds half the bottle was finished and by the time they were done with their meal, the bottle was empty. I saw with my very own eyes, an entire bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label being gulped down by these two criminals .

The men burped out loud one after another signalling the end of their meals. I cringed in absolute disgust hearing them belch but they didn’t give two fucks about minding their manners in front of a lady.  Balvinder them proceeded to take out a packet of bidis from his pocket and hand one to Tejpal before lighting one for himself. The men then smoked their bidis in my kitchen. I was incensed to see them smoke in my house but couldn’t do anything about it. Once done, they threw the stubs on the floor and got up. Tejpal grabbed my arm and we both followed Balvinder as he walked up the stairs.  “Kya kar rahe ho.. kahan le ja rahe ho mujhe???? Bhagwan ke liye mujhe chhod do!!!….”  I screamed but neither of them stopped.

I was being taken to my bedroom and I knew I was going to be mercilessly banged  . I struggled to free myself but Tejpal’s grip around my arm was far too strong for me. They dragged me to my bedroom before pushing me on the bed. I was shaking in fear; my skin had gone pale.  

“Mooh band kar iska!” Balvinder thundered and the very next moment, I felt a tight slap land on my face.  Tejpal’s fat hand just landed on my face and I fell down from the sheer force of the slap. Tejpal did his job well, I did stop shouting but only because I was almost knocked out with that slap.  There was a black out for a few seconds before I started to get some sense back. The stinging sound was still echoing in my ear and my cheek felt hot. I touched it gently and it hurt. I was sure it had turned red with hand marks from it because that’s how hard the slap was.  “Tujhe hum abhi maar sakte hai. Bohot murder karke jail gaye hai. List mein ek aur naam jodke koi fark nahi padega.” Tejpal said before gripping my hair and pulling me up.

I moaned in pain as he yanked my hair.  “Kapde utaar iske.” Balvinder ordered and Tejpal got to the job immediately. I felt his hand land on my shirt and pull it hard.  “Noo...Please nooooo...” I burst out into tears as I tried stopping Tejpal from disrobing me. He pulled harder and I resisted till a point where he yanked it so hard that the shirt ripped.   Completely destroyed, the shirt fell off my body and I instinctively covered myself. Tejpal didn’t give me a chance be pushed my arms aside, dug his hand into my bra and yanked it hard. With a loud snap, the bra gave way to and my ample breasts bounced out of confinement.  I screamed but then I felt his hand land hard on my cheek but not as hard as the last time. It had the desired effect of shutting me up but I continued sobbing.

By now I had given up and Tejpal didn’t take my time to take off my shorts and panties and throw them away.  “Bistar mein daal isko.” Balvinder ordered. Tejpal promptly picked me up in his arms, walked over to the side of the bed and threw me on the bed. I groaned as I made a hard landing on the bed.  I was moaning in pain, holding my back after that nasty fall. He had bunch of ties in his hands.  At first I was confused but then when he came over to the side of the bed and grabbed my arm, it was abundantly clear what he wanted to do. I tried to wrestle my arm free from his grip but he pulled it hard against the head board of the bed and pinned it. Then he tied that arm to the leg of the bed using one of the ties. He quickly walked over to the other side of the bed and tied my other hand too.  

“Please…paise, gehene, sab lelo lekin mujhe jaane do...Please...” I pleaded to them but they turned a deaf ear to my please.  With me tied up in the bed , they just stood there quietly, watching my naked body spread out naked on my bed. Balvinder put his hand inside his pocket and fished out a pack of bidis. He handed one to Tejpal and took one for himself. He fished out a matchbox from his pocket and lit both their cigarettes. Soon the closed room was full of smoke and stench from the bidis.  They threw the burned out bidis on the floor before Balvinder walked over and switched off the lights. This was really strange. They were not forcing themselves on me. A part of me was relieved at this but there was a part of me which was terrified of their erratic behaviour. Perhaps this was the calm before the storm.  

I felt the bed rustle as the men lied down next to me. As my eyes got used to the dark, I realised that Balvinder was lying to my left and Tejpal was to my right.   “Tujhe nanga kiya hai taaki tu bhaag na jaye.” Tejpal explained. I cringed in disgust as his dirty smelly mouth came close to mine.  What the fuck was I supposed to do now? I was tied up tight, was naked in bed with two criminals.   I had to get out of this mess!  I was wide awake while the men were quite; I thought they had fallen asleep. How could I sleep like this in such a situation? I counted every second for the sun to rise, for my eyes to open and for the nightmare to end.  Just then, I felt a hand crawl up my thigh.

At first I stiffened up then then started kicking my legs violently.   I realised it was Tejpal’s hand. It slowly moved from my thigh up to my hip and then settled on my flat stomach. The hand then slowly moved to my waist before grabbing a handful of my flesh and squeezing it. I trembled and froze. I thrashed my legs trying to get his hand off me but then he put his heavy leg over mine. Under the weight of his massive leg, I couldn’t help but stay still.  His hand moved from my waist and stopped over my navel. I felt his thick finger inside my deep navel. I thrashed as the finger fidgeted with my navel. I had closed my eyes and had pursed my mouth tight, trying to endure this nightmare.  The fidgeting stopped as he moved his hand up. I trembled and shook, trying to shake his hand off but it steadily moved up.  “Mmmmmmpppp…Noooooo….” I whimpered as he cupped my right breast and gave it a squeeze.

I wanted to die right there. I wish they would simply kill me.  My breasts were a handful even for Rahul but in Tejpal’s freakishly large hands, they felt like two small melons. His hand switched from one breast to the other; cupping them, squeezing them and pinching my nipples.  “Ummm...hmmpfff...” I whimpered trying very hard not to moan. The moans were a mix of pain and agony. I was breathing heavily and whimpering occasionally as Tejpal expertly handled my breasts. I was utterly shocked seeing nipples had gotten erect. As much as I was resisting this mentally, my body was acting in its own way.  Tejpal continued playing with my breasts, cupping them, weighing them in his hand, squeezing them. He was paying a little too much attention to my nipples; Moving the tip of his finger on my areola a few times before pinching my engorged, turgid nipple.  Even if I hated these two for doing this to me, I hated myself even more.



I hated the fact that I was getting aroused even when I wanted to run away. I was sobbing, my eyes were closed and my head and turned sideways to avoid seeing all that was happening down there.  Amar, my husband, was the only man to ever see me naked. His hands were the only pair of hands that had touched my naked breasts. He was my husband and I let him touch my willingly. I let him take off my clothes when he made love to me. I loved him and he loved me. He owned my body and soul. But after this thug had touched and defiled my body, I couldn’t imagine facing Amar. How could I let this happen to me?  This rush of emotion had distracted me from what was happening. It took me a few moments to realise that Tejpal had stopped. I opened my eyes and look down to see his mouth hovering just above my erect nipple. I gasped in horror!  “No..Nahi…Please nahi…chhodo mujhe..” I pleaded. He stopped and looked up at me.   “Please..Please bheek mangti hoon…Please nahi….Aaaaahhhhh…” My plea was cut short with a gasp as Tejpal’s mouth engulfed my nipple.

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