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Chapter 24: Cinema (Act 2)
Lina suddenly realized the touching stopped. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw movements from Rahim. Her heart leapt with hope, thinking he had woken up, but it was short-lived—he merely shifted to the other side, still deep in sleep. The brief reprieve was shattered as the man behind her resumed his advances, his fingers now stroking her hair gently, almost tenderly, while the man on her left nudged his elbow against her side, brushing against her boobs with a sly persistence.
The man at the back began to slide his hand lower, his fingers grazing her blouse seductively, while his companion mirrored the motion. Lina’s body responded despite herself, a faint warmth stirring within her. They removed her shawl, letting it fall to the floor, their hands now more daring as they rubbed her boobs through her blouse and bra. Lina’s eyes flicked nervously to Rahim, but he remained oblivious, his steady breathing a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. In a hushed whisper, she reminded them, “I am married..please stop...”
Her words did little to deter them. The man on her left began to squeeze her breasts through the fabric, his touch firm and deliberate, while the man behind her pressed closer, his lips brushing softly against her neck as he whispered, “Shh, he won’t know.” Lina’s breath hitched as the man on her left grew bolder, his fingers slipping beneath her blouse, inching it upward. She bit her lip hard, stifling any sound that might escape.
She tried to pull her blouse back down, but their hands were insistent, their movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of skin they exposed.
Lina’s resistance faltered, her body betraying her as she surrendered to their touch. The blouse crept higher, revealing the soft swell of her stomach and the curve of her bra. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and reluctant arousal. They were relentless, their hands and lips working in tandem, drawing her deeper into their web of temptation.
She hesitated, her fingers twitching in her lap. The man behind her slid his hand across her shoulder, his touch feather-light but insistent. “Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his lips brushing the nape of her neck.
Lina’s eyes darted between the two men, their faces shadowed in the dim light of the cinema. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the way they were closing in on her, their intentions clear. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her chest, but the man on her left gently pried them away, interlocking his fingers with hers.
“Don’t hide,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers. “They’re too beautiful to be covered.” His free hand returned to her blouse, fingers tugging at the fabric, exposing more of her soft skin. Lina’s breath hitched as she felt the cool air brush against her stomach, her bra now fully visible.
The man behind her shifted, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her slightly back against him. His fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts, teasing the sensitive flesh just outside her bra cups. “Relax,” he whispered, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine. “We’ll make it worth your while.” as he removes her blouse completely.
Lina’s resolve wavered, her body betraying her as she felt a warmth pooling between her legs. The man on her left noticed the subtle shift in her posture, the way her thighs pressed together, and he smirked. “Look at her,” he said to his companion, his voice tinged with amusement. “She’s already enjoying it.”
His hands moved to the straps of her bra, slowly sliding them down her shoulders. Lina’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as she felt the fabric loosen, the weight of her breasts shifting as the cups slipped lower. She tried to push the straps back up, but the man behind her caught her wrists, holding them gently but firmly in place.
“No, no,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Let us see them.” His hands released her wrists and moved to cup her breasts through the loosened bra, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a practiced ease. Lina’s head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan escaped her lips.
The man on her left chuckled softly, his hands joining in as he slipped his fingers beneath the cups of her bra, pushing them aside to expose her full, heavy breasts. “God, they’re perfect,” he breathed, his voice filled with awe as his hands roamed over her bare skin. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, eliciting another soft gasp from Lina as they hardened under his touch.
The man behind her wasn’t idle either; his hands continued to massage her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Lina’s body arched slightly, pressing into their hands as the sensations overwhelmed her. She could feel the heat building inside her, the ache between her legs growing more insistent with every touch.
“You like that, don’t you?” the man on her left asked, his voice tinged with a smug satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her earlobe before trailing hot kisses down her neck. Lina trembled, her hands gripping the armrests of her seat as she struggled to keep quiet.
The man behind her shifted again, his hands moving to unclasp her bra completely. With a soft click, the fabric fell away, leaving her breasts bare and exposed to the cool air of the cinema. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as she felt their hands return to her skin, this time without any barriers.
“So soft,” the man behind her murmured, his hands cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow circles. “And so responsive.” He leaned in, his lips closing around one nipple, sucking gently as his tongue traced lazy circles around the sensitive peak.
Lina’s body jerked slightly at the sudden sensation, a soft whimper escaping her lips before she could stop it. The man on her left smirked, his hand moving to her other breast as he began to mimic his companion’s actions. His lips closed around her nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his fingers squeezed the soft flesh.
The dual sensations were overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through Lina’s body as she struggled to remain silent. Her hands tightened on the armrests, her knuckles white as she fought to keep herself from crying out. Her mind was a blur of conflicting emotions of guilt, shame, and a fierce, undeniable pleasure that threatened to consume her.
The man behind her pulled away slightly, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Let’s move to the back. It’ll be more comfortable.” His voice was low, almost coaxing, but Lina’s nerves were already frayed. She hesitated, her eyes flicking repeatedly to Rahim, who remained blissfully unaware, his chest rising and falling in deep sleep.
“Please,” Lina whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “I’m not keen on this. You should stop. We should stop.” Her words were soft, barely audible, but the plea hung heavy in the air.
The man on her left leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured,
“We’ll be quick, Lina. I promise. Just a little longer.” His tone was persuasive, but it only deepened her unease.
The man behind her sensed her hesitation and tried a different approach. “Don’t worry,” he said soothingly, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. “We just want to talk for a while. That’s all.” His voice was calm, almost reassuring, but Lina knew better. Talk? She doubted that very much.
“My husband might wake up,” she whispered urgently, her voice cracking slightly. “If he sees this… please, just stop.” Her hands clenched into fists in her lap, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to maintain control.
The man on her left chuckled softly, his hand brushing against her thigh as he leaned in again. “And what if he does?” he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief. “What if he wakes up right now, in the middle of us....? What would he think?”
Lina froze, her breath catching in her throat. The thought alone was enough to send a jolt of fear through her. Her mind raced, imagining the look on Rahim’s face, the betrayal, the anger and she felt a pang of guilt so sharp it made her chest ache.
Before she could respond, the man behind her slid his hands down to her waist, gripping her hips firmly. “Come on,” he urged gently, guiding her to her feet. His touch was insistent but not forceful, as if he knew she wouldn’t resist much longer.
The man on her left stood as well, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back as he guided her toward the back of the cinema. Lina’s heart pounded in her chest as she walked, her legs trembling with every step. The men were close behind her, their presence looming and suffocating yet oddly comforting in the darkness.
They reached the last row of seats, and the man behind her guided her down onto one of the chairs, his hands immediately returning to her breasts as he knelt in front of her. The man on her left sat beside her, one arm wrapping around her shoulders as his other hand resumed its exploration of her body.
“This is better,” the man in front murmured, his lips brushing against her neck as his hands cupped her breasts once more. “Now we can take our time.” His fingers squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as he leaned in to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck.
Lina’s body reacted instinctively, arching into their touch as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her mind was a haze of pleasure and guilt, the conflict within only heightening the intensity of the moment.
She could feel the warmth pooling between her legs, the ache growing more insistent with every passing second. The man beside her leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. Lina hesitated for a moment before responding, her lips parting slightly as she allowed him to deepen the kiss. His hand slipped down to her thigh, his fingers tracing slow circles on her skin as he pulled her closer.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and sweet.
Lina’s mind raced as she felt herself being pulled deeper into their web. The man in front of her shifted slightly, his hands still caressing her breasts as he whispered, “Let go. Just enjoy it.” His words were hypnotic, coaxing and persuasive as they worked their way past her defenses.
Lina suddenly realized the touching stopped. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw movements from Rahim. Her heart leapt with hope, thinking he had woken up, but it was short-lived—he merely shifted to the other side, still deep in sleep. The brief reprieve was shattered as the man behind her resumed his advances, his fingers now stroking her hair gently, almost tenderly, while the man on her left nudged his elbow against her side, brushing against her boobs with a sly persistence.
The man at the back began to slide his hand lower, his fingers grazing her blouse seductively, while his companion mirrored the motion. Lina’s body responded despite herself, a faint warmth stirring within her. They removed her shawl, letting it fall to the floor, their hands now more daring as they rubbed her boobs through her blouse and bra. Lina’s eyes flicked nervously to Rahim, but he remained oblivious, his steady breathing a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. In a hushed whisper, she reminded them, “I am married..please stop...”
Her words did little to deter them. The man on her left began to squeeze her breasts through the fabric, his touch firm and deliberate, while the man behind her pressed closer, his lips brushing softly against her neck as he whispered, “Shh, he won’t know.” Lina’s breath hitched as the man on her left grew bolder, his fingers slipping beneath her blouse, inching it upward. She bit her lip hard, stifling any sound that might escape.
She tried to pull her blouse back down, but their hands were insistent, their movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of skin they exposed.
Lina’s resistance faltered, her body betraying her as she surrendered to their touch. The blouse crept higher, revealing the soft swell of her stomach and the curve of her bra. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and reluctant arousal. They were relentless, their hands and lips working in tandem, drawing her deeper into their web of temptation.
She hesitated, her fingers twitching in her lap. The man behind her slid his hand across her shoulder, his touch feather-light but insistent. “Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his lips brushing the nape of her neck.
Lina’s eyes darted between the two men, their faces shadowed in the dim light of the cinema. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the way they were closing in on her, their intentions clear. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her chest, but the man on her left gently pried them away, interlocking his fingers with hers.
“Don’t hide,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers. “They’re too beautiful to be covered.” His free hand returned to her blouse, fingers tugging at the fabric, exposing more of her soft skin. Lina’s breath hitched as she felt the cool air brush against her stomach, her bra now fully visible.
The man behind her shifted, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her slightly back against him. His fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts, teasing the sensitive flesh just outside her bra cups. “Relax,” he whispered, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine. “We’ll make it worth your while.” as he removes her blouse completely.
Lina’s resolve wavered, her body betraying her as she felt a warmth pooling between her legs. The man on her left noticed the subtle shift in her posture, the way her thighs pressed together, and he smirked. “Look at her,” he said to his companion, his voice tinged with amusement. “She’s already enjoying it.”
His hands moved to the straps of her bra, slowly sliding them down her shoulders. Lina’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as she felt the fabric loosen, the weight of her breasts shifting as the cups slipped lower. She tried to push the straps back up, but the man behind her caught her wrists, holding them gently but firmly in place.
“No, no,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Let us see them.” His hands released her wrists and moved to cup her breasts through the loosened bra, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a practiced ease. Lina’s head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan escaped her lips.
The man on her left chuckled softly, his hands joining in as he slipped his fingers beneath the cups of her bra, pushing them aside to expose her full, heavy breasts. “God, they’re perfect,” he breathed, his voice filled with awe as his hands roamed over her bare skin. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, eliciting another soft gasp from Lina as they hardened under his touch.
The man behind her wasn’t idle either; his hands continued to massage her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Lina’s body arched slightly, pressing into their hands as the sensations overwhelmed her. She could feel the heat building inside her, the ache between her legs growing more insistent with every touch.
“You like that, don’t you?” the man on her left asked, his voice tinged with a smug satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her earlobe before trailing hot kisses down her neck. Lina trembled, her hands gripping the armrests of her seat as she struggled to keep quiet.
The man behind her shifted again, his hands moving to unclasp her bra completely. With a soft click, the fabric fell away, leaving her breasts bare and exposed to the cool air of the cinema. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as she felt their hands return to her skin, this time without any barriers.
“So soft,” the man behind her murmured, his hands cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow circles. “And so responsive.” He leaned in, his lips closing around one nipple, sucking gently as his tongue traced lazy circles around the sensitive peak.
Lina’s body jerked slightly at the sudden sensation, a soft whimper escaping her lips before she could stop it. The man on her left smirked, his hand moving to her other breast as he began to mimic his companion’s actions. His lips closed around her nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his fingers squeezed the soft flesh.
The dual sensations were overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through Lina’s body as she struggled to remain silent. Her hands tightened on the armrests, her knuckles white as she fought to keep herself from crying out. Her mind was a blur of conflicting emotions of guilt, shame, and a fierce, undeniable pleasure that threatened to consume her.
The man behind her pulled away slightly, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Let’s move to the back. It’ll be more comfortable.” His voice was low, almost coaxing, but Lina’s nerves were already frayed. She hesitated, her eyes flicking repeatedly to Rahim, who remained blissfully unaware, his chest rising and falling in deep sleep.
“Please,” Lina whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “I’m not keen on this. You should stop. We should stop.” Her words were soft, barely audible, but the plea hung heavy in the air.
The man on her left leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured,
“We’ll be quick, Lina. I promise. Just a little longer.” His tone was persuasive, but it only deepened her unease.
The man behind her sensed her hesitation and tried a different approach. “Don’t worry,” he said soothingly, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. “We just want to talk for a while. That’s all.” His voice was calm, almost reassuring, but Lina knew better. Talk? She doubted that very much.
“My husband might wake up,” she whispered urgently, her voice cracking slightly. “If he sees this… please, just stop.” Her hands clenched into fists in her lap, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to maintain control.
The man on her left chuckled softly, his hand brushing against her thigh as he leaned in again. “And what if he does?” he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief. “What if he wakes up right now, in the middle of us....? What would he think?”
Lina froze, her breath catching in her throat. The thought alone was enough to send a jolt of fear through her. Her mind raced, imagining the look on Rahim’s face, the betrayal, the anger and she felt a pang of guilt so sharp it made her chest ache.
Before she could respond, the man behind her slid his hands down to her waist, gripping her hips firmly. “Come on,” he urged gently, guiding her to her feet. His touch was insistent but not forceful, as if he knew she wouldn’t resist much longer.
The man on her left stood as well, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back as he guided her toward the back of the cinema. Lina’s heart pounded in her chest as she walked, her legs trembling with every step. The men were close behind her, their presence looming and suffocating yet oddly comforting in the darkness.
They reached the last row of seats, and the man behind her guided her down onto one of the chairs, his hands immediately returning to her breasts as he knelt in front of her. The man on her left sat beside her, one arm wrapping around her shoulders as his other hand resumed its exploration of her body.
“This is better,” the man in front murmured, his lips brushing against her neck as his hands cupped her breasts once more. “Now we can take our time.” His fingers squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as he leaned in to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck.
Lina’s body reacted instinctively, arching into their touch as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her mind was a haze of pleasure and guilt, the conflict within only heightening the intensity of the moment.
She could feel the warmth pooling between her legs, the ache growing more insistent with every passing second. The man beside her leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. Lina hesitated for a moment before responding, her lips parting slightly as she allowed him to deepen the kiss. His hand slipped down to her thigh, his fingers tracing slow circles on her skin as he pulled her closer.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and sweet.
Lina’s mind raced as she felt herself being pulled deeper into their web. The man in front of her shifted slightly, his hands still caressing her breasts as he whispered, “Let go. Just enjoy it.” His words were hypnotic, coaxing and persuasive as they worked their way past her defenses.
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