Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

[opendoor]

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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 from your dad Amar and his friend Sameer. 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 Balvinder'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!  Tejpal 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.  "Balvinder ne neeche bulaya hai." He ordered.  His authoritarian tone outraged me. First they banged 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. Balvinder was sitting at the dining 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." Balvinder 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?" Balvinder 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." Balvinder 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 Tejpal gasp and Balvinder 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.?” Balvinder 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?” Balvinder asked Tejpal triumphantly.  “Aaah…mooh ki baat cheenli bhai tune.” Tejpal 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?" Balvinder recalled.  “Hmmmm…unka swaad to aaj bhi jubaan par hai ” Tejpal replied, caressing his stomach    “Haan..bura hua…poore khandaan ko maarna pada.” Balvinder said looking at me.  “Haan agar woh chup chaap apni baat sunte to aaj zinda hote.” Tejpal 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. Every time 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 Tejpal walked up behind me. My chain of thoughts was broken when I felt Tejpal’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 Balvinder 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?” Tejpal 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 Tejpal’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 , trying hard not to moan but I could help but grunt and groan.   It was as if Balvinder 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?” Balvinder asked. I looked at him. His face didn’t bear any expression but his voice gave away his irritation. Tejpal stepped back and I gulped fearing that Balvinder would take his place. I was already trembling from a mixture of fear and arousal. But to my surprise and relief  Balvinder didn’t leave his place.  “Ab uske bable dabne se dil bhar gaya ho to kya ab pet bhare?” Balvinder ordered and got back to reading the news paper.

Tejpal 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..." Balvinder 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 Tejpal 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 ” Balvinder 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.  Balvinder 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 Balvinder walk back to his partner.  "Ise chadh gayi hai. Ab yeh bhagegi nahi aur chup bhi rahegi" He told Balvinder.  "Aur kitni der yahan rahe?" Tejpal asked him.  " 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."Balvinder replied.  

Even in that dazed state, I registered his words. The nightmare would continue. What the hell was I supposed to do...    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 banged again in my bed. 



“Main nahana chahta hoon. Is jail ki vardi ko badboo aa rahi hai.” Balvinder declared before deftly removing his t shirt as soon as we entered the bedroom. I gasped the moment I saw his shirtless torso. Under that loose baggy jail shirt, Balvinder hid a very ripped body.  He wasn’t built like a body builder but more like an athlete. Broad, well defined shoulders gave way to a muscular chest with sparse hair; a pair of dark nipples crowned his pecks. He had a pair of lean but chiselled arms which gave way to a pair of thick, veiny forearms. He had a washboard abdomen with two pairs of abs clearly showing.  But there was something more that was striking about his body. On his chest and stomach were marks which looked like healed wounds. They looked like deep cuts which had healed over time but the stich marks remained. There were at least 4 of them I noticed; one on the chest, near his right shoulder; two more on his abdomen and one near the kidney.

This man had a rough life!  Captivated, I watched him as he stood in front of the mirror and examined himself. He ran his hands over the wounds before sliding them down in to his pants and pulling them down in one stoke.  I shrieked, not having expected him to undress in front of me or rather us. My shriek did startle him but a moment later he was standing there like nothing happened. He looked at me and stepped up near the bed.  I averted my eyes and as much as I tried not to look at it, I could clearly see it from the corner of my eye. His cock hung loose and free from his body. The foreskin was missing like any '. man’s cock. A thick bush of curly black hair covered the base of his cock. Even when flaccid, it was impressive in length.

The shaft was a shade darker than the rest of his body and the head was a light shade of pink; it looked soft and flaccid.  I didn’t realise when I turned back to look at him in all his naked glory but I cringed in realisation when I was caught. The men looked at me realising that I was checking Balvinder’s naked body. To save at least some embarrassment, I averted my eyes again.  Balvinder smiled and without uttering a word, walked to the bathroom. He opened the door and walked inside. The bed in the bedroom was placed against the northern wall and the closet was right opposite to it. Next to the closet was the bathroom door. The bathroom was rectangular and one could see right across along its length without any obstruction.  Balvinder stood under the shower and turned it on.

He sighed loudly as warm water from the shower fell on his body. He was facing away from me and his taut round buttocks were in clear view. His back too had a wounds on them, signs of being beaten severely. But his back, like the rest of his body was toned. His waist was slim which gave way to a surprisingly firm butt. It seemed there wasn’t an inch of fat on his body. It was perhaps the hard life in prison that made him like that. I had read and heard about the appalling Conditions in Indian jails including the food.  I watched mesmerised as stream of hot water flowed down his naked body. His hands ran along his body, rubbing and cleaning it. I didn’t realise it when Tejpal stood next to me but when I did, I saw him in a similar state as Balvinder.   I gasped at seeing the large man standing naked next to me. Unlike Balvinder, Tejpal was a hairy beast, resembling a bear. His body was built like a desi wrestler with everything large in proportion. Freakishly large shoulders gave way to unbelievably muscular chest. Even though his stomach was large, the rest of his muscular body made up for it. Unlike Balvinder,   Tejpal didn’t seemed to have missed a meal in his life, infact he had more than he should have.  

Tejpal was stark naked, holding the pistol in his hand. But I wasn’t worried as much about the pistol than his cock pointing in my direction. I wasn’t stealing glances like I did with Balvinder, I out rightly stared at the cock was so brazenly staring back at me.  My throat ran dry seeing the sheer size of his tool. It was as thick as my wrist and a good few inches longer than my husband. It was completely erect with thick blue veins jutting out and running all along its length.   The hair on his stomach and lower abdomen joined the thick bush of black pubic hair which sprouted at the base of his cock and balls. The balls themselves were a marvel; large and proportionate to the organ and the man that they were attached to.  Tejpal grabbed my hand and pushed me inside the bathroom. As soon as I entered the bathroom, Balvinder turned around and Tejpal now stood right behind me. My body shivered as I was nearly sandwiched between these beasts. I was like a helpless deer preyed upon by hungry hyenas.  

I felt Tejpal’s hands on back of my neck before it slowly went down my back before he squeezed my butt tightly with his large, rough hand.  My body shuddered and stiffened as I felt his hand on me. I closed my eyes as goose bumps rose on my skin.  My one hand was covering my crotch, the other my breasts. I bent down trying to hid my body from the two men. Taking advantage of my position, Tejpal slapped my butt hard, hard enough to evoke a scream. My body abruptly straightened and the sheer force of the slap propelled me into Balvinder’s arms.  Balvinder embraced me in a tight hug. I could feel his erect cock poking against my abdomen. I looked up at him. He smiled wide, his tobacco stained teeth clearly visible. With his hands still around me, I pushed back, trying to free myself desperately but to no avail.