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Chapter-75:
The moment she was about to turn and rush to reach her home's comfort, Tanvi froze as she felt Khurram's heavy hand on her unprotected and naked shoulder...
Her only comfort was being covered by her black mask!
"No. You don't get to go back, slut...I want to see you parading in nude to show your rotten naked body to this entire Complex and also to that low-class Basti", Khurram updated with a stern look at her.
Tanvi went rigid and motionless hearing the old man's words that took it's own burning time to sink inside her head!
She was going to be displayed to the Complex!
She was going to be exhibited to the Basti!
"Is this a bad dream?", Tanvi heard that familiar voice reverberating inside her descending heart.
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Tanvi forgot to take in her breaths as the deafening silence and darkness of the midnight hour became a shield of suffocating shrouds around her. She struggled for gaps through the tiny holes of her head-mask. She could feel the pin-pricks of the air connecting with her nipples and pussy, especially over her exposed clit-nubbin as the legging was savagely sliced open by the devilish old man and as she walked out bare-foot, the asphalt of the parking lot started to gruel against her soft soles. She took a look down and saw how obscenely her bald pussy, with that mocking triangular patch of pubic hair, what was left of it protruded in all it's vulgar view. Her pale breasts stood apart between the dark bra like a monument of her humiliation.
Despite all those feelings, her nipples stood proud, engorged and erect pointing forward!
"Why am I here? like this?", Tanvi screamed internally as another startling thought came along. "I am a mother, I am a wife, a daughter. I should be in bed, dreaming of tomorrow's breakfast for my children, not standing like a piece of discarded meat for the entire world to scorn upon".
Her hazel green eyes looked to her right toward the Complex Gate where Harilal, the watchman sat inside his booth, oblivious to her degradation and she caught a choke in her chest not to let any noise come out of her. Then the images of how Khurram cleaned her groin, how much effort he took to wipe the last trace of her pubic hair away, a thing that she was dead against even during her college and college athlete days...then images of his thick tongue wiping out through her asshole and sucking the daylights of her pussy and munching the last drop of her dignity that he churned out of her married hole...the way he pushed her to the brink of finishing her climax...
A groan of rage silently slipped through her lips when she recalled how he made her feel that he was about to insert that tool inside of her and the way he dismissed her cries like her pleas were nothing for him, leaving her to beg him, and finally castising her to nothing but a cheat slut!
"Better if I could run back", she thought with eyes darting sideways to the small space where she just walked out of. "I could sprint, slam that door and end this nightmare".
However, the very moment that thoughts came in, the terror of the old man's hold on her crushed and crumbled that ray of thought. "He has my photos, and possibly videos, and Sanjoth...Oh-God!", the atrocious weight of the complex game she was forced to play started to weigh upon her like Khurram himself, stopping her breaths, and making her unable to think about what she must do.
Khurram's heavy hand was placed on Tanvi's shoulder as she stood in the parking lot in the darkness around and in deafening silence.
"Khurramji, please...I will do anything for you. Please let's go inside...anything...everyone will see me...please", she tried one last time even though she knew he wouldn't budge and her voice got muffled with the elastic mask around her mouth. Despite all what he was forcing upon her, Tanvi still hoped for one last ray of relief coming from her odd lover.
"Please", with a feeble plea and sobs, Tanvi turned away from Khurram and took a few steps underneath the car park area.
She wanted to pee...bad...real bad. It was only then she felt the intense pressure filling her bladder. The beer she consumed earlier was a rising tide inside her belly.
"Should I just fuck you here, Tanvi?", he chuckled and mocked her.
"That was what you were begging me to do a few minutes earlier...to fuck you like a slut. Are you sure you still want it?", his words turned into a sort of menacing terror to her poor soul.
Hearing no response from the young mother, Khurram's rage picked up. "Shall I do it, slut? You want everyone in this Complex and that dirty Basti to hear you screaming for more, yes? tell me!", Khurram's lips quivered with anger and his eyes thinned into lust-crazed anger.
Tanvi wanted to reply, but the weight from her lower belly just would not allow her to produce any sensible reply.
"I...I...want to pee, Khurramji...please", somehow she replied with a few words.
"Oh-NO! That is not going to happen here, slut", Khurram growled at her. "Now, walk to the large tree, behind the end of this Complex...the same place that you know very well already!"
Tanvi's eyes fluttered with confusion. She knew where the tree was. But to reach there, she should walk by Mehta's home, and then in front of the single-man iron gate that opens to Basti. Her knees trembled at the wild possibilities that it might open if someone...anyone...saw her like this.
Despite her thought to run and return back home, she realized it was impossible to move faster on the hard asphalt and worse than that, with every step she took her bladder wobbled and punished her with the need to urinate.
She hardly passed Mehta's home area and she had to catch one of the steel pillars to stop herself from releasing it. One of her hands clutched to cover her pussy and stop her from urinating right there and her other hand frantically tried to cover her chest and protect her naked breasts.
Despite the extreme she was pushed into, deep inside, Tanvi's brain raced ahead with the explicit images of how she was willingly exposing herself to the world...the way she was offering her naked body to every lecherous eyes that were hidden in the dense darkness of the night.
Once she passed the small gate that opened to the Basti, her head got filled with the images of how Dattu held her from outside and almost entered her...back-hole...the very images brought a sharp jolt of electricity through her spine. "What if Dattu catches me right now...like this? Would he jump over and come here to catch me? If he catches me, would he and Khurramji do it to me together or one after other?", she couldn't stop thinking about every possibility. "If both these mad men takes me here in this open and would Sharda be laughing at me?", every last of her skin-pores stood in fright of imagining that situation.
She reached the corner where the parking lot finished and was about to enter the corner where the large tree stood...the very place where all of this craziness started...the point of her descent!
The moment Tanvi turned to enter the mini-jungle area, she felt better. It was darker there. She clutched her pussy like her life depended on it as it was true. She felt her urine dripping out of her clamped pussy and the thought of what Khurram would do if she let it out made her shudder with fear.
Tanvi stayed impatiently, and with increasing discomfort. She had to keep it in. It wasn't humanly possible. The beer inside was killing her to be released.
Yet she remained standing, half covered, urine dripping...waiting.
Khurram walked in, emerging from the shadows like an alien giant and slowly took a pause behind the tree. He recalled the images of Tanvi, standing in the very same space, getting naked when her husband's phone call, that view, the sudden crack of her panty tearing with the stretch she created and the way she was shocked and helplessly failed to cover her nakedness, all of it rushed into his head as he looked at the same woman who fidgeted to control her discomfort. He chuckled and at the same time squeezed his cock.
He stepped into the clearing where she was waiting, as naked as a man could be, his stone-hard pole erect and pointed at her!
A relief...that immediately turned into terror spread over Tanvi's face when she saw the balded old giant walking in.
Khurram reached next to her and instead of saying anything, he walked and stood behind her.
Tanvi trembled with fear and cold air on hee naked skin, waiting.
"You want to pee, yes?", he asked, finally.
"Ye...yes", a meek reply.
The damp air around her went into Tanvi's skin through the exposed areas, especially the sensitive parts. But the head that radiated from the large man behind gave a sort of terrifying yet comforting pamper. She knew she was a trapped animal, and hardly any shard of dignity left in her, yet her pulse raced with traitorous intensity that was begging to be torn...there was no 'virtuous mother' left in her as she stood with tiny drops of her urine shamefully dripping out of her vaginal lips.
"Tell me, what will you do to get my permission?", Khurram's tone carried too much weight for Tanvi to stop from squirming.
The gravity of his voice was like a steel chain tightening around her throat. Tanvi had to contain her embarrassment with all her willpower as more drops of sinful liquid leaked and trickled down her thighs, creating a warm presence wherever it smothered screaming at her failure to stop all this madness...she wished the next moment she could vanish into earth!
"Any...anything Khurramji...I just want to...pee", she whimpered with a broken plea and silent sobs. Inside her head, her voice screamed frantically. "Look at you! You just bartered your chastity and life for a moment's pleasure!", Tanvi failed to stop that voice because the primal fever from her pussy was clearly winning when Khurram started to degrade her further...her shock went to another notch as her body started to melt and respond back, silently seeking his humiliation to destroy her, and her bladder started to bloat beyond it's capacity to contain the massive pressure that was already built inside with the beer-turned-urine.
"Alright, then it's time...to do what I ask of you", he updated and bent forward from behind her.
With a move that defied his age, using his large arms, he hooked it between her legs, and brought it to hold her thighs from behind, holding her knees, and hoisted her...up...
With a gasp that stopped at her chest, Tanvi saw herself flying away from earth...passing his midsection...then moving up his chest...her heart stopped when she finally saw the sky above her face...she was fully lifted up...as if a crane was using it's slings from above to catch and hold her up-raised and again...both legs splooted wide!
Tanvi gasped as she felt herself being lifted...it wasn't like the previous night. Inserted, he was tactful to push her by holding her knees and making her head rest on his left shoulder. A second later, she was frozen, mortified and unable to blink an eyelid. The sheer strength of the old man was horrifying to her young mind as he handled her like a piece of weightless equipment, a silly toy that was given to him for total manipulation.
Tanvi sensed her center of gravity was lost, and the only balance she could find was Khurram's arms holding and hoisting her up...way up above...perpendicular to his own head!
Khurram had placed her upper body perpendicular to his neck and upper chest by keeping her head on one of his shoulders for balance and moved his hands below to hold her hips from bottom, while thrusting her upward...ensuring her legs were splayed wide...like an absolute acrobat!
Tanvi was now placed high, legs splooted and spread, pussy lips and it's tiny hole gaped, and shown to the whole world! Her degrading exposure was total, a new primitive display of her hairless, pulsating and hungry sex-hole. She sensed the cold wind brushing through her wide-spread thighs, hitting her delicate and sensitive pinkish red-flesh that he groomed into a smooth specimen of female anatomy earlier and that view of her pointed and upthrust nipples and the engorged clit that was obscenely pushed up created a sickening jolt of arousal that she feared would become the cause of the final destruction.
"Hold your legs wide, bitch", he grunted and in reflex, both her hands hooked her under-knees to fold...projecting her sex in the most vulgar display...silently she thanked all God's that they were in the closed clearing...no one to see...
"Yes...I am...spreading it wide", she heard her response inside her head when the friction of her own palms against her legs gave her sinful hole some sort of carnal semblance of terror. She was transforming into that person whom Khurram wanted her to be...
That sick thought left her the next second when Tanvi sensed Khurram was not standing still anymore...
The devil old man was walking out of the closed area! Carrying her and keeping her uplifted!!
"Khurramjiiii...please...don't walk out of here...I beg you...I told you, I will do anything...please don't do this to me", Tanvi tried to jerk and pull away...but failed completely as he held her hips high up...and her head hooked to his neck. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a bird desperate for a drop of water.
Every step he took forward and closer the opening end of the large tree was a step towards her own mental death. Her brain went wild with all sorts of thoughts crowding inside. She saw the hundreds of men and women of her Complex waking up, looking out through their windows, only to find the chaste, married, and proud woman held aloft like a trophy of filth held up by Khurram like the prize he finally bagged.
Despite the terminal reality and horror of her situation fully being translated to her conscious mind, yet, the adrenaline of that craziness made her clitoris throb so hard that she could not stop the painful intensity from leaping out of her body...
Tanvi saw the tree being replaced with open sky.
Khurram finally stopped.
Her eyes widened with shock.
They were now at the pool side...not in the open area but at a corner from where she could see Mehta's house, her own living room window, and rest of the apartments in the same line, and at the opposite side of her, where she was facing now, was the multi-storied apartment complex that overlooked the pool.
"Tens...Hundreds"..."of people who lived in the Complex, if looked out of their homes, would be able to see the two naked bodies...in the most shameful display of their carnal performance", Tanvi couldn’t stop but check one after other homes where lights were still shining. During those few minutes, she even forgot that she was about to pee!
Tanvi recognized the horrific sight of herself in the wide open area!
Through her tear-glossed eyes, Tanvi saw a blinding white light falling down from sky illuminating just one object on Earth...the hoisted woman...in all her naked glory...shining like a yellowish glimmer...like a spectacle of wonderment...a naked mother...and shameless wife...held up with legs splayed open exposing her gaping pussy...hoisted up like a carnally delicious dish to be tasted by every living soul...
From where he stood, Khurram noted the broken pool chair kept aside. That was the reason he chose this spot. Also, unless someone was determined to look closely, very closely, they wouldn't be seen that easily. But, at the same time, they were out in the open too...it was the very same walking lane that Tanvi took almost everyday for her runs.
"Khurramji...please...Khurramjiii...I beg you", Tanvi pleaded again and again to his deaf ears. She tried to close her legs, but the way the old man held her ass and hips made it impossible to close as she had nothing other than her head to balance her body...her legs remained spread...wide...pussy open...to the whole world!
The humiliation felt like a bitter poison that she was forced to swallow. Tanvi sensed her pussy lips quavering with the mild wind that passed over her, creating a need that made her feel the need to be even more naked than how she was. She wanted the damned old man to paint her ruin in front of everyone!
"Okay, good. Now pee!"
"WHAATT!!!", that screech came out in muffled anger from Tanvi instead of a labored howl.
"You told me you will listen to everything I ask. Are you going to say, you won't?" He growled into her face.
Tanvi turned her face to meet him and picked his lips tenderly and whispered. "Khurramji, I am your slut...I will listen to everything...please release me...I beg you", she thought her display of affection could help. But inside her heard that same voice howled at her "I will do it Khurramji...I will become the animal you want me to...just...do...it"
"Slut...I tell you...and you listen...without question...that's the deal...you get it?"
She couldn't reply, a whimper along with tears came as a response. Her submission was total. She was no longer a human female, she was just a female anatomy completely under the vile old man's control.
"Now, pee, slut!", he grunted heavily with his tone changing to anger.
Hearing the change of his tone, Tanvi stopped resisting further. As with everything, she resigned her fate, once again. She clamped her eyes tight...focus...she had to bring the pee out of her...she tried to maintain her balance...the utter humiliation wasn’t helping...she could feel hundreds of eyes on her...judging her...her own eyes looking at her with disgust as she held her legs into a maximum possible stretch...to focus...to release...
"Think you are in your toilet...it will come, his voice suddenly turned mellow.
She heard a sharp noise of liquid spilling!
She sensed a sharp burn that followed the leaking noise!
She opened her mouth to release a gasp that came out like a coarse growl!
It triggered!
Tanvi heard a metallic hiss from her groin...along with a muffled moan of relief coming out of her throat!
The burning hot urine forced it's way out of her bladder!
"Open your eyes, slut", a grunt.
She opened her eyes...and gasped...loud...with absolute shame!
She saw the transcluscent urine jetting out of her pussy...high up...higher than she ever thought it would go...and turning into a semi-circle to the bushes and floor beneath where she was held.
The stream was violent, it was hot, it created a wide arc above where she was hoisted as that internal fluids propelled into that public space. Her shame turned into a scalding heat at that dirty hole between her inner thighs as the sound of her urine splashing against the ground below started to echo in the silent night. It was the ultimate debasement a woman could undergo...to be held like an animal...forced to relive in the open space...with thousands of eyes to catch her doing it...while showing every portion of her body that was supposed to be covered and concealed...
She couldn't stop!
Her pee wouldn't stop!!
Her disbelief knew no bounds with the understanding of how much urine she carried all this while!
Khurram remained quiet. But he was completely taken aback when he saw her floodgate finally bursting out of her bladder, and that hot liquid turning into a fountain...going so high up.
He was in awe at the way how Tanvi lost all her control...he felt even the smallest vibrations of the young wife's tremors while he held her up...his hands holding and balancing her entire pelvis was more than sufficient to transpire the pleasure she was going through to his old body...and it went straight to the part that was harder than a metal by now!
Almost a minute later of squirming her urine as the entire world watched her doing, her force came down...it was slow...but it did!
Finally, with a few sudden jerks and jolts of her hips, her convulsions stopped. She heard her moans of repose...and her eyes went everywhere around to check if anyone saw her...adding to her relief, she noticed no one was around...no one was peeling their curtains of their windows to find her in that compromised state...
Then she felt Khurram walking sideways and sitting on the broken poolside seat that was kept on the ground, still holding her in his arms, her bladder still clearing out the last of her liquid, and her dignity lost forever into the transparent puddle that she just created on the ground...
Khurram maneuvered himself first into a seated position first, and then placed her over him...
Both of them plastered to each other...tied together...into a physical gridlock...
Female on top...with her back resting in a long stretch over his bulk...
Her ass placed over his erect rod...trapped between her ass-cheeks. The length of it's monstrosity reaching almost up to her back-ribs...
All that Tanvi wanted at that moment was to be back inside her bedroom...
But then...it was the deep greyish open sky that stared back at her...
Along with the phsical presence of the man below her...a persistent reminder of her blasphemy...
Each time he inhaled air into his chest...she felt it circumnavigating into her own lungs...forcing an exhale of his breath to be released from her...as if it was her return gift to what he was doing with her...
A token of her sinful gratitude...
The moment she was about to turn and rush to reach her home's comfort, Tanvi froze as she felt Khurram's heavy hand on her unprotected and naked shoulder...
Her only comfort was being covered by her black mask!
"No. You don't get to go back, slut...I want to see you parading in nude to show your rotten naked body to this entire Complex and also to that low-class Basti", Khurram updated with a stern look at her.
Tanvi went rigid and motionless hearing the old man's words that took it's own burning time to sink inside her head!
She was going to be displayed to the Complex!
She was going to be exhibited to the Basti!
"Is this a bad dream?", Tanvi heard that familiar voice reverberating inside her descending heart.
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Tanvi forgot to take in her breaths as the deafening silence and darkness of the midnight hour became a shield of suffocating shrouds around her. She struggled for gaps through the tiny holes of her head-mask. She could feel the pin-pricks of the air connecting with her nipples and pussy, especially over her exposed clit-nubbin as the legging was savagely sliced open by the devilish old man and as she walked out bare-foot, the asphalt of the parking lot started to gruel against her soft soles. She took a look down and saw how obscenely her bald pussy, with that mocking triangular patch of pubic hair, what was left of it protruded in all it's vulgar view. Her pale breasts stood apart between the dark bra like a monument of her humiliation.
Despite all those feelings, her nipples stood proud, engorged and erect pointing forward!
"Why am I here? like this?", Tanvi screamed internally as another startling thought came along. "I am a mother, I am a wife, a daughter. I should be in bed, dreaming of tomorrow's breakfast for my children, not standing like a piece of discarded meat for the entire world to scorn upon".
Her hazel green eyes looked to her right toward the Complex Gate where Harilal, the watchman sat inside his booth, oblivious to her degradation and she caught a choke in her chest not to let any noise come out of her. Then the images of how Khurram cleaned her groin, how much effort he took to wipe the last trace of her pubic hair away, a thing that she was dead against even during her college and college athlete days...then images of his thick tongue wiping out through her asshole and sucking the daylights of her pussy and munching the last drop of her dignity that he churned out of her married hole...the way he pushed her to the brink of finishing her climax...
A groan of rage silently slipped through her lips when she recalled how he made her feel that he was about to insert that tool inside of her and the way he dismissed her cries like her pleas were nothing for him, leaving her to beg him, and finally castising her to nothing but a cheat slut!
"Better if I could run back", she thought with eyes darting sideways to the small space where she just walked out of. "I could sprint, slam that door and end this nightmare".
However, the very moment that thoughts came in, the terror of the old man's hold on her crushed and crumbled that ray of thought. "He has my photos, and possibly videos, and Sanjoth...Oh-God!", the atrocious weight of the complex game she was forced to play started to weigh upon her like Khurram himself, stopping her breaths, and making her unable to think about what she must do.
Khurram's heavy hand was placed on Tanvi's shoulder as she stood in the parking lot in the darkness around and in deafening silence.
"Khurramji, please...I will do anything for you. Please let's go inside...anything...everyone will see me...please", she tried one last time even though she knew he wouldn't budge and her voice got muffled with the elastic mask around her mouth. Despite all what he was forcing upon her, Tanvi still hoped for one last ray of relief coming from her odd lover.
"Please", with a feeble plea and sobs, Tanvi turned away from Khurram and took a few steps underneath the car park area.
She wanted to pee...bad...real bad. It was only then she felt the intense pressure filling her bladder. The beer she consumed earlier was a rising tide inside her belly.
"Should I just fuck you here, Tanvi?", he chuckled and mocked her.
"That was what you were begging me to do a few minutes earlier...to fuck you like a slut. Are you sure you still want it?", his words turned into a sort of menacing terror to her poor soul.
Hearing no response from the young mother, Khurram's rage picked up. "Shall I do it, slut? You want everyone in this Complex and that dirty Basti to hear you screaming for more, yes? tell me!", Khurram's lips quivered with anger and his eyes thinned into lust-crazed anger.
Tanvi wanted to reply, but the weight from her lower belly just would not allow her to produce any sensible reply.
"I...I...want to pee, Khurramji...please", somehow she replied with a few words.
"Oh-NO! That is not going to happen here, slut", Khurram growled at her. "Now, walk to the large tree, behind the end of this Complex...the same place that you know very well already!"
Tanvi's eyes fluttered with confusion. She knew where the tree was. But to reach there, she should walk by Mehta's home, and then in front of the single-man iron gate that opens to Basti. Her knees trembled at the wild possibilities that it might open if someone...anyone...saw her like this.
Despite her thought to run and return back home, she realized it was impossible to move faster on the hard asphalt and worse than that, with every step she took her bladder wobbled and punished her with the need to urinate.
She hardly passed Mehta's home area and she had to catch one of the steel pillars to stop herself from releasing it. One of her hands clutched to cover her pussy and stop her from urinating right there and her other hand frantically tried to cover her chest and protect her naked breasts.
Despite the extreme she was pushed into, deep inside, Tanvi's brain raced ahead with the explicit images of how she was willingly exposing herself to the world...the way she was offering her naked body to every lecherous eyes that were hidden in the dense darkness of the night.
Once she passed the small gate that opened to the Basti, her head got filled with the images of how Dattu held her from outside and almost entered her...back-hole...the very images brought a sharp jolt of electricity through her spine. "What if Dattu catches me right now...like this? Would he jump over and come here to catch me? If he catches me, would he and Khurramji do it to me together or one after other?", she couldn't stop thinking about every possibility. "If both these mad men takes me here in this open and would Sharda be laughing at me?", every last of her skin-pores stood in fright of imagining that situation.
She reached the corner where the parking lot finished and was about to enter the corner where the large tree stood...the very place where all of this craziness started...the point of her descent!
The moment Tanvi turned to enter the mini-jungle area, she felt better. It was darker there. She clutched her pussy like her life depended on it as it was true. She felt her urine dripping out of her clamped pussy and the thought of what Khurram would do if she let it out made her shudder with fear.
Tanvi stayed impatiently, and with increasing discomfort. She had to keep it in. It wasn't humanly possible. The beer inside was killing her to be released.
Yet she remained standing, half covered, urine dripping...waiting.
Khurram walked in, emerging from the shadows like an alien giant and slowly took a pause behind the tree. He recalled the images of Tanvi, standing in the very same space, getting naked when her husband's phone call, that view, the sudden crack of her panty tearing with the stretch she created and the way she was shocked and helplessly failed to cover her nakedness, all of it rushed into his head as he looked at the same woman who fidgeted to control her discomfort. He chuckled and at the same time squeezed his cock.
He stepped into the clearing where she was waiting, as naked as a man could be, his stone-hard pole erect and pointed at her!
A relief...that immediately turned into terror spread over Tanvi's face when she saw the balded old giant walking in.
Khurram reached next to her and instead of saying anything, he walked and stood behind her.
Tanvi trembled with fear and cold air on hee naked skin, waiting.
"You want to pee, yes?", he asked, finally.
"Ye...yes", a meek reply.
The damp air around her went into Tanvi's skin through the exposed areas, especially the sensitive parts. But the head that radiated from the large man behind gave a sort of terrifying yet comforting pamper. She knew she was a trapped animal, and hardly any shard of dignity left in her, yet her pulse raced with traitorous intensity that was begging to be torn...there was no 'virtuous mother' left in her as she stood with tiny drops of her urine shamefully dripping out of her vaginal lips.
"Tell me, what will you do to get my permission?", Khurram's tone carried too much weight for Tanvi to stop from squirming.
The gravity of his voice was like a steel chain tightening around her throat. Tanvi had to contain her embarrassment with all her willpower as more drops of sinful liquid leaked and trickled down her thighs, creating a warm presence wherever it smothered screaming at her failure to stop all this madness...she wished the next moment she could vanish into earth!
"Any...anything Khurramji...I just want to...pee", she whimpered with a broken plea and silent sobs. Inside her head, her voice screamed frantically. "Look at you! You just bartered your chastity and life for a moment's pleasure!", Tanvi failed to stop that voice because the primal fever from her pussy was clearly winning when Khurram started to degrade her further...her shock went to another notch as her body started to melt and respond back, silently seeking his humiliation to destroy her, and her bladder started to bloat beyond it's capacity to contain the massive pressure that was already built inside with the beer-turned-urine.
"Alright, then it's time...to do what I ask of you", he updated and bent forward from behind her.
With a move that defied his age, using his large arms, he hooked it between her legs, and brought it to hold her thighs from behind, holding her knees, and hoisted her...up...
With a gasp that stopped at her chest, Tanvi saw herself flying away from earth...passing his midsection...then moving up his chest...her heart stopped when she finally saw the sky above her face...she was fully lifted up...as if a crane was using it's slings from above to catch and hold her up-raised and again...both legs splooted wide!
Tanvi gasped as she felt herself being lifted...it wasn't like the previous night. Inserted, he was tactful to push her by holding her knees and making her head rest on his left shoulder. A second later, she was frozen, mortified and unable to blink an eyelid. The sheer strength of the old man was horrifying to her young mind as he handled her like a piece of weightless equipment, a silly toy that was given to him for total manipulation.
Tanvi sensed her center of gravity was lost, and the only balance she could find was Khurram's arms holding and hoisting her up...way up above...perpendicular to his own head!
Khurram had placed her upper body perpendicular to his neck and upper chest by keeping her head on one of his shoulders for balance and moved his hands below to hold her hips from bottom, while thrusting her upward...ensuring her legs were splayed wide...like an absolute acrobat!
Tanvi was now placed high, legs splooted and spread, pussy lips and it's tiny hole gaped, and shown to the whole world! Her degrading exposure was total, a new primitive display of her hairless, pulsating and hungry sex-hole. She sensed the cold wind brushing through her wide-spread thighs, hitting her delicate and sensitive pinkish red-flesh that he groomed into a smooth specimen of female anatomy earlier and that view of her pointed and upthrust nipples and the engorged clit that was obscenely pushed up created a sickening jolt of arousal that she feared would become the cause of the final destruction.
"Hold your legs wide, bitch", he grunted and in reflex, both her hands hooked her under-knees to fold...projecting her sex in the most vulgar display...silently she thanked all God's that they were in the closed clearing...no one to see...
"Yes...I am...spreading it wide", she heard her response inside her head when the friction of her own palms against her legs gave her sinful hole some sort of carnal semblance of terror. She was transforming into that person whom Khurram wanted her to be...
That sick thought left her the next second when Tanvi sensed Khurram was not standing still anymore...
The devil old man was walking out of the closed area! Carrying her and keeping her uplifted!!
"Khurramjiiii...please...don't walk out of here...I beg you...I told you, I will do anything...please don't do this to me", Tanvi tried to jerk and pull away...but failed completely as he held her hips high up...and her head hooked to his neck. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a bird desperate for a drop of water.
Every step he took forward and closer the opening end of the large tree was a step towards her own mental death. Her brain went wild with all sorts of thoughts crowding inside. She saw the hundreds of men and women of her Complex waking up, looking out through their windows, only to find the chaste, married, and proud woman held aloft like a trophy of filth held up by Khurram like the prize he finally bagged.
Despite the terminal reality and horror of her situation fully being translated to her conscious mind, yet, the adrenaline of that craziness made her clitoris throb so hard that she could not stop the painful intensity from leaping out of her body...
Tanvi saw the tree being replaced with open sky.
Khurram finally stopped.
Her eyes widened with shock.
They were now at the pool side...not in the open area but at a corner from where she could see Mehta's house, her own living room window, and rest of the apartments in the same line, and at the opposite side of her, where she was facing now, was the multi-storied apartment complex that overlooked the pool.
"Tens...Hundreds"..."of people who lived in the Complex, if looked out of their homes, would be able to see the two naked bodies...in the most shameful display of their carnal performance", Tanvi couldn’t stop but check one after other homes where lights were still shining. During those few minutes, she even forgot that she was about to pee!
Tanvi recognized the horrific sight of herself in the wide open area!
Through her tear-glossed eyes, Tanvi saw a blinding white light falling down from sky illuminating just one object on Earth...the hoisted woman...in all her naked glory...shining like a yellowish glimmer...like a spectacle of wonderment...a naked mother...and shameless wife...held up with legs splayed open exposing her gaping pussy...hoisted up like a carnally delicious dish to be tasted by every living soul...
From where he stood, Khurram noted the broken pool chair kept aside. That was the reason he chose this spot. Also, unless someone was determined to look closely, very closely, they wouldn't be seen that easily. But, at the same time, they were out in the open too...it was the very same walking lane that Tanvi took almost everyday for her runs.
"Khurramji...please...Khurramjiii...I beg you", Tanvi pleaded again and again to his deaf ears. She tried to close her legs, but the way the old man held her ass and hips made it impossible to close as she had nothing other than her head to balance her body...her legs remained spread...wide...pussy open...to the whole world!
The humiliation felt like a bitter poison that she was forced to swallow. Tanvi sensed her pussy lips quavering with the mild wind that passed over her, creating a need that made her feel the need to be even more naked than how she was. She wanted the damned old man to paint her ruin in front of everyone!
"Okay, good. Now pee!"
"WHAATT!!!", that screech came out in muffled anger from Tanvi instead of a labored howl.
"You told me you will listen to everything I ask. Are you going to say, you won't?" He growled into her face.
Tanvi turned her face to meet him and picked his lips tenderly and whispered. "Khurramji, I am your slut...I will listen to everything...please release me...I beg you", she thought her display of affection could help. But inside her heard that same voice howled at her "I will do it Khurramji...I will become the animal you want me to...just...do...it"
"Slut...I tell you...and you listen...without question...that's the deal...you get it?"
She couldn't reply, a whimper along with tears came as a response. Her submission was total. She was no longer a human female, she was just a female anatomy completely under the vile old man's control.
"Now, pee, slut!", he grunted heavily with his tone changing to anger.
Hearing the change of his tone, Tanvi stopped resisting further. As with everything, she resigned her fate, once again. She clamped her eyes tight...focus...she had to bring the pee out of her...she tried to maintain her balance...the utter humiliation wasn’t helping...she could feel hundreds of eyes on her...judging her...her own eyes looking at her with disgust as she held her legs into a maximum possible stretch...to focus...to release...
"Think you are in your toilet...it will come, his voice suddenly turned mellow.
She heard a sharp noise of liquid spilling!
She sensed a sharp burn that followed the leaking noise!
She opened her mouth to release a gasp that came out like a coarse growl!
It triggered!
Tanvi heard a metallic hiss from her groin...along with a muffled moan of relief coming out of her throat!
The burning hot urine forced it's way out of her bladder!
"Open your eyes, slut", a grunt.
She opened her eyes...and gasped...loud...with absolute shame!
She saw the transcluscent urine jetting out of her pussy...high up...higher than she ever thought it would go...and turning into a semi-circle to the bushes and floor beneath where she was held.
The stream was violent, it was hot, it created a wide arc above where she was hoisted as that internal fluids propelled into that public space. Her shame turned into a scalding heat at that dirty hole between her inner thighs as the sound of her urine splashing against the ground below started to echo in the silent night. It was the ultimate debasement a woman could undergo...to be held like an animal...forced to relive in the open space...with thousands of eyes to catch her doing it...while showing every portion of her body that was supposed to be covered and concealed...
She couldn't stop!
Her pee wouldn't stop!!
Her disbelief knew no bounds with the understanding of how much urine she carried all this while!
Khurram remained quiet. But he was completely taken aback when he saw her floodgate finally bursting out of her bladder, and that hot liquid turning into a fountain...going so high up.
He was in awe at the way how Tanvi lost all her control...he felt even the smallest vibrations of the young wife's tremors while he held her up...his hands holding and balancing her entire pelvis was more than sufficient to transpire the pleasure she was going through to his old body...and it went straight to the part that was harder than a metal by now!
Almost a minute later of squirming her urine as the entire world watched her doing, her force came down...it was slow...but it did!
Finally, with a few sudden jerks and jolts of her hips, her convulsions stopped. She heard her moans of repose...and her eyes went everywhere around to check if anyone saw her...adding to her relief, she noticed no one was around...no one was peeling their curtains of their windows to find her in that compromised state...
Then she felt Khurram walking sideways and sitting on the broken poolside seat that was kept on the ground, still holding her in his arms, her bladder still clearing out the last of her liquid, and her dignity lost forever into the transparent puddle that she just created on the ground...
Khurram maneuvered himself first into a seated position first, and then placed her over him...
Both of them plastered to each other...tied together...into a physical gridlock...
Female on top...with her back resting in a long stretch over his bulk...
Her ass placed over his erect rod...trapped between her ass-cheeks. The length of it's monstrosity reaching almost up to her back-ribs...
All that Tanvi wanted at that moment was to be back inside her bedroom...
But then...it was the deep greyish open sky that stared back at her...
Along with the phsical presence of the man below her...a persistent reminder of her blasphemy...
Each time he inhaled air into his chest...she felt it circumnavigating into her own lungs...forcing an exhale of his breath to be released from her...as if it was her return gift to what he was doing with her...
A token of her sinful gratitude...
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