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Chapter-81:
Tanvi read the message from Khurram:
"Get ready for tonight. We are going somewhere to have Dinner. I will make all your dirty wishes come true - so you will finally stop you silly cries"
She read and re-read it few times - and her eyes widened when she read the next message from the mad-devil.
"Make sure to wear the gym-pants from yesterday and a kurta-top. Tanvi - I don't want to see anything inside both of it. Be ready by 8pm"
Tanvi, the woman, the one person who never in her wildest dreams saw this coming...chocked for a proper breath as her head played the two messages again and again with millions of questions that rushed and went unanswered...
"Was he really going to do it?", a question with uncountable and unfathomable repercussions, if answered, to it's true underlying meaning of his messages formed inside her head.
She sat on her bed...lost...
Tanvi read and re-read the message a few times before she went to take her much needed shower.
It perplexed her to an immense level that she felt both excited and afraid of what the old man planned for that night. As she stood under the warm shower water, she wasn't sure how it was possible for an evil man like Khurram to make her feel so comfortable with the wildest sex she ever had in her life. One thing she found out and was clear to her since the last few days.
"Khurram was built to dominate women". "But, why am I reacting so badly...so desperate for him to take me like this?"...no answer. "Why am I falling so hard for this vile man?"...no answer. "He destroyed me...I...I just allowed it all to happen...all by myself, why?", her body trembled at all the 'WHY's?" that had no answers.
She knew what sort of a man Khurram was and what he intended to do with her yet, she missed to notice how her body, especially her nipples hardened in the warm water at the diminutive thought of him.
Tanvi wanted a way out. She knew that clearly. But again, despite her future showing a bleak question mark, she felt the need to please him, like a slut and the bitch he termed her to be. She bit her lips thinking how her pussy jolted each time when he called her 'slut' and slapped her like an animal with 'bitch' following that searing pain. She was lost on how to stop herself from falling deeper into his web.
As she lathered soap over her soft skin, the most worrying thought she held was how she would resist him that night, what he was to do with her. Tanvi wondered how ridiculous it was that her pussy started to twitch automatically when she thought of the night's possibilities. Her eyes clamped with shame while the images of her squirting and peeing to the world came in. "How could he do it to her?..."Why didn't I run away then?"
"Get ready for dinner tonight. I will make all your dirty wishes come true. Make sure to wear the gym pants from yesterday and a kurta, I don't want to see anything else inside. Be ready by 8pm". The words from his SMS message echoed inside of her closed eyes.
As she whispered the message few times unknowingly her pussy watered with vengeance and shame. She knew everything that happened in the last few days and what was happening was madness and her life as she knew was already gone, destroyed by the mad old man.
Yet, she didn't feel the remorse that she was supposed to feel. A tinge of regret was she was cheating on her marriage, but the fact that her husband did that to her already and leaving her in such a situation made her feel some sort of consolation.
But again, by thinking about Sanjoth with the two elderly women with him created an euphoric grudge in her heart.
She thought of calling Sylvie, and decided otherwise, there wasn't anything her dear friend could help her with.
She thought of Hansa, and their last discussion. Tanvi wondered what Hansa had in mind to help her, but the very same moment Tanvi dismissed it because a voice deep inside her head clearly shouted that her life was already done for...no chance left for retribution or getting helped with.
As all these thoughts crowded her head, the expectation of what Khurram said in his message took upper hand and she moved to freshen up, to prepare herself for their third night...together...
Tanvi chuckled at the thought...she was considering them, her and Khurram as a couple already. Long gone was the diminutive outlook about him of being her molester...she looked forward to their night out.
"You ready?", Khurram's heavy voice made her jump from the Kitchen where she was making coffee.
"Ji...coming", Tanvi replied with a giggle and an enthusiasm she never felt before as she almost rushed to open the grille and door.
"You aren't dressed!"
"Just five minutes, Khurramji. I will come", she replied and ran inside her bedroom. As she pulled her housegown out, she froze. Khurram was inside the bedroom and was watching her undress.
"Go on, don't be shy", he growled.
Tanvi stood naked and slowly, with embarrassment, wore the same black legging that was torn at her crotch. She had in mind to ask why he asked to wear it but wearing the torn legging outside of her home was unimaginably embarrassing. But she did as asked of her as Khurram left her alone.
She had kept one panty, it was a greyish white one that was shorter than her normal panties, she had it for long time but never wore it than few time because the material was too elastic and within minutes, it would creep up into her butt-crevice and made her uncomfortable like she was naked inside. So she always avoided it. But then, tonight was different, she was going out with Khurram and he specifically asked to wear the torn legging, so she knew well what his intentions were.
The moment she pulled it to her hips, she felt the nakedness. Her pussy creamed spontaneously. Then she took the Kurta from the cupboard and wore it, no bra...that was what he asked for.
"Why do you have that panty? I don't want you to wear anything inside, didn't you read what I sent earlier?", Khurram's voice rose high, making her nervous and scared.
"Khurramji, please, I am wearing the legging as you asked, but please, allow me to have this panty at least, please"
"Hmm...okay...but you know that punishment awaits when you don't listen to my words, yes?", his answer and question was too much for her to digest.
She kept quiet as she also knew even if she didn't listen, he would do something bad, that was for sure. She was ready to meet the punishment.
"Not this one. Get that green one", Khurram pointed at a light green Kurta hanging in her wardrobe.
Tanvi dreaded while picking the Kurta that he was pointing at. The material was too light, in fact flimsy and very transparent. She had avoided wearing it since she found out how the bra was visible while wearing it. It was a gift from her Grandmother long before her marriage with Sanjoth, and suddenly she recalled how slutty she would look while wearing it without a bra...more like she was exposing rather than concealing.
"Nice", Khurram muttered with appreciation when he saw how her breasts showed outside through the light green Kurta.
Tanvi's face turned red and then she realized it. The hem of the Kurta reached only till her ass, actually just above her mid-ass. It didn't cover her back at all, meaning, if someone took a good look at her bottom, it was a clear view of the vertically torn crotch of the legging she wore. Just by guessing how it would be while sitting somewhere made her heart leap out of her rib cage.
"Khurramji, can I change to something else? This is too small", she tried to hide the fact of her bottom going exposed.
"No. Let's go. We're already late", Khurram replied curly and walked out in front.
Tanvi had no option other than following him. Despite her discomfort and embarrassment, she felt wetness creeping her pussy and cold air grazing her clean shaved hidden areas.
But the expectant thrill of unknown night enthralled and consumed her with lust. More than everything, she just wanted to cream...it was the wish of her pussy. She locked the door, grille and walked out.
Once at the long parking space outside her home, she saw an auto waiting for them. Khurram went in, and as it was already past 8pm, it was dark and helped Tanvi to cover her almost exposed groin as she climbed into it. It ran for twenty minutes till they reached the nearest railway station. She squirmed when she felt the elastic material of her panty creeping between her ass-cheeks.
"Why here, Khurramji?", Tanvi was curious, flustered, and embarrassed by her dressing situation.
They were at a railway station, a bit far from their Complex.
"Keep quiet, and follow me, got it?", he growled back.
She went mute and followed the large man as he took the tickets and went into the platform.
There weren't many people but she was too conscious of walking briskly but had to try severely hard to keep up with him. Each step she took, she felt the cold air grazing her almost exposed bottom.
Tanvi noticed many lecherous glances at her bouncing breasts as the thin apparel did it's part very well...semi-exposing her frame in a very sleazy manner. Men and women alike looked at the young mother who was uncharacteristically vulgar to normal standards. She clearly felt the grit of the station floor through her thin soles, a layer of soot and spit that seemed to coat everything. As she followed the broad, unyielding back of Khurram, the sensory assault of the "real world" crushed her spirit.
Everywhere she looked, life was raw and filthy. She saw worker men and women with cracked, obsidian-colored heels sleeping on thin plastic mats, their faces grey with the dust of construction sites. She saw domestic maids huddled over steel tiffins, their saris darkened by grease and the humidity of small kitchens. This was the engine of the city, and it smelled of old tobacco, damp earth, and desperation.
"Arre, peeche hato! Jagah banao, chadhne do sabko!" (You, move back! Make space, let everyone get on!) a voice bellowed from a nearby platform, a desperate, angry sound that made Tanvi flinch and curse herself for bring there.
She was acutely aware of the spectacle she was creating.
Between the sea of dirty and filthy browns and greys, her light green kurta stood apart. Under the harsh, buzzing sodium lights, the thin fabric became a transparent sleaze to the low-lass lecherous eyes like a feast.
Her suffocation intensified with every passing moment as she was standing without a bra inside, and that created a gentle bounce to her freely oscillating breasts with each step she took forward, accompanying the large, brown old man in front of her. That sway of her womanly possessions were visible to every dirty eye on the platform.
She felt the heavy, lingering stares of laborers who stopped mid-sentence, their mouths slightly agape. They weren't just looking; they were dissecting her, their eyes tracing the curve of her breasts and the high, dangerous slit of the crotch-cut black leggings.
Tanvi tried her left best to squeeze her legs, especially her thighs together to stop the torn exposure from becoming an absolute embarrassing and shameful reality.
The overhead speakers crackled, a distorted, ghostly woman’s voice echoing through the high iron rafters. "Kripya dhyan dein... chalkar... jaane wali... gaadi ek sou barah..." (May I have your attention please... coming from... going to... train one hundred and twelve...)
Tanvi felt like her body was exposed to a sandstorm of filth. Every time the wind blew, the hem of her short kurta fluttered a little, and she felt the terrifying, cool graze of the wind against her bare, hairless mound and the sensitive, swollen lips of her sex. She tried to pull the fabric down, to hide the long tear in her leggings, but Khurram gave her an admonishing look that she pulled her hands away in response.
When the train finally roared into the station like a screeching metal beast, Khurram shoved her into the open doorway of a general compartment, plunging her into the heart of the congestion.
Khurram led her toward the rusted iron beast that groaned to a halt.
The surge was predatory. Before the train even stopped, the "human tsunami" began...bodies leaping out while a counter-wave of commuters tried to wedge themselves in.
"Chalo, chalo, chalo! Andar ghuso! Arre bhai, thoda dhakka kam maaro!" (Go, go, go! Get inside! Hey brother, push a little less!)
Tanvi was swept up in the tide of sweaty, filthy and uncouth humans. The physical pressure was suffocating. She felt the rough texture of gunny bags and the damp heat of strange shoulders pinning her until she was spat out into the stifling interior of the General Compartment.
It was a cage of stagnant air and low-frequency vibration.
Khurram muscled a path toward a side window, finding a microscopic gap.
Directly in front of Tanvi, an old, a very old woman sat like crumpled herself on a single wooden seat, her face a map of deep-etched wrinkles, staring vacantly at the grime-streaked glass.
Khurram stood to Tanvi’s right, a silent, impassive wall. Khurram tactfully maneuvered her toward a side window, pinning her body against the sweaty bodies around them.
Inside the local cabin, it was a nightmare of human proximity that welcomed the young mother. It was packed to the core, a solid mass of sweating, exhausted humanity where personal space was a forgotten concept.
The stench of filthy sweat was very musky and thick around where they both walked into.
Tanvi was pushed through the crowd, her perfume instantly drowned out by the pungent, acidic odour of laborers who had spent hours in the sun toiling themselves to get a few rupees to feed themselves and others waiting at their respective homes.
As the train lurched forward with a bone-jarring metallic shriek, Tanvi’s balance failed. She was forced to reach up, grasping the overhead hanging rails with both hands.
The movement was a betrayal. As her arms stretched, the short green kurta rode high, bunching at her waist.
She felt the humid, moving air of the compartment directly on the bare skin of her lower back and hips.
The leggings offered no protection; the slit at her crotch was pulled taut, exposing her to the draft and the unblinking, murderous gazes of the men pressed around her. Not to any extremes but enough for her face to turn red with shame.
The people around her tightened itself.
A domestic maid or possibly a construction worker, in her late fifties, her hair oily and skin slick with the day’s grime, squeezed into the space behind her. The woman’s sweaty, heavy heat pressed directly against Tanvi’s exposed lower torso, the friction unavoidable.
"Thoda sarakiye na, Madamji... jagah kahan hai," (Move a bit, Madam... where is the space,) the woman grumbled, leaning her full weight against Tanvi.
"Haan, Maa? Bas nikal gaya hoon. Thoda gardi hai, par pahunch jaoonga," (Yes, Man? Just left. It’s a bit crowded, but I’ll reach,) a man muttered into his phone nearby, his elbow digging into Tanvi’s ribs.
Then, the ticket collector began his brutal trek through the human gridlock.
As he forced his way past, Tanvi felt a large, heavy hand slide over her rear. It wasn't a brush; it was a firm, suffocating grip that lingered, asserting dominance in the crush.
She gasped, her knuckles turning white on the rail, her face burning with a shame that felt like it would swallow her whole. Surrounded by the weary silence of the workforce and the rhythmic clack-clack of the wheels, she was completely realizing her situation as a silent prisoner of the night.
"Ticket dikhaiye! Arre bhai, bina ticket ke kahan ghuse ja rahe ho?" (Show your ticket! Hey brother, where are you going without a ticket?). The ticket collector’s voice cut through the haze, but the man he was addressing was unable to look away from Tanvi’s swaying hips.
She was losing her balance, she knew it. But if she lifted her hands above to hold, it would lift her top way above her ass or even expose her skin. She was mortified at the thought and the stench of sweat increased to a suffocating point.
To her right, Khurram’s heavy, solid frame acted as a wall and to her left, and to her left an old man stood looking away from her with his back to her.
Directly behind her, the older worker woman or maid in a half-torn saree was grunting and cursing under her breath about the "filthy, crowded city," her heavy bosom pressing into Tanvi’s back, not by force but unable to move anywhere else in that crowd.
Tanvi had to struggle hard to get a clean intake of air. She saw Khurram standing tall between the heavily packed crowd and finally stopping ahead as he couldn't move further. She was forced to squeeze between the strange people and somehow reached next to the large brown and bald old man who towered among the rest.
"Hold it properly", he said by nodding at the handle that was hung above her head.
Tanvi was mortified.
All this while, she was just keeping a half-way up stance to stop her ungraceful exposure. Now, if she listened to him, she would need to lift her hand in full, and her Kurta would go up with it and allow her lower body to be almost clotheless.
She had to deliberate many times before lifting her hand. And, once she caught one of the free handles, she grunted, she couldn't balance, she had to use both hands as the train movement was seriously heavy.
Finally, she resigned to use both her hands, held high up above her head, to hold one handle that was free.
She was forced to reach up and grab the overhead rail to maintain her balance as the train lurched forward, the movement stretching her kurta even higher. Her arms were raised, her chest thrust forward made even more prominent by the absence of a bra, the thin fabric of the kurta doing nothing to hide the hard, pebbled state of her nipples. She was a statue of forced vulnerability.
Khurram looked down at her and gave his usual wicked grin. He saw how much her Kurta was lifted, it was above her waist where the leggings waistband was and a portion of her fair naval was exposed. The stretch made her both breasts lift up and her hardened nipples thrusted like two canyons.
Yet, his eyes trailed down, between her clutched thighs, and he chuckled inside thinking of how much the young woman was struggling to stop the forced exposure. She was facing him and her face was at his chest, almost touching, as he felt her heated breath on his skin.
The train moved in a slow pace as it was a local train that would stop at every station ahead. Tanvi gasped with relief when she noticed everyone around were busy with their own set of life-problems. She could still feel the eyes of the men around her, their gazes dropping to her legs, feet and then back to her hands, and face and gawking at her pale, yellowish skin that shimmered in the flickering overhead lights.
But that relief was half-lived!
Train was coming to a stop to the upcoming station.
"Move, move aside", she heard people rushing to exit as the train reached the next station.
Push, knead, pull, she felt all of it, even someone squeezed her ass-cheek for a brief moment and she couldn't do anything but freeze and try to control any noises from escaping. Her pussy was already soaked and wet with the dirty physical closeness with strangers, that too low-level workers were a bit too much for her to digest.
"Hold the handle properly, there will be more people getting in from this station", Khurram grunted to her ears.
Tanvi clutched the handle harder, and saw the incoming rush. More workers, more sweat, more filthy. She had to turn a bit towards the side-window from where the cold air was coming in.
Now she stood sideways to Khurram, facing the window and her back to the people behind her.
She felt a push from the back when a suffocating number of people entered into their cabin.
She had to balance on her feet but as she got squeezed further, she had to lift herself on her toes to gain a bit of balance. She looked at the old woman in front as her thighs pressed against that annoyed looking woman. That woman just looked away to outside ignoring Tanvi completely.
Then!
"Wha...!", a shocked sound of considerable alarm came from her and she jolted up with her butt-cheeks squeezing in response, at once!
A finger!
A human finger grazed along her crack...and left her free immediately.
Right over the elastic panty.
Right where her pussy was.
A shiver and shock started at her vertebrae. Then titled her head to look up at Khurram, who had a smug look on his face.
Tanvi wasn't able to make up her mind, whether to question the man behind her or to press forward to the annoyed kid.
Then!
She felt it again!
But this time, the finger didn't just graze. It's pointed edge pressed between her tightly clenched ass-cheeks, right at where her pussy-hole was, and it thrust, hard and forced her to jump and lift upwards. Within the next excruciatingly slow seconds, that finger, using it's power, trailed a slow, and long graze from her pussy, through her asshole and went up to her legging waistband.
All of it happened within a few agonizingly slow seconds!
A gasp of relief came out of her lungs!
That human finger was gone, once again leaving her at an edge of shocked embarrassment, suffocation and anger.
Tanvi spun her head behind to check who did that to her and found the worker man and women facing opposite her in the rush and from their demeanour, they had no idea what was happening. But, her brain pushed her to check below, to make sure the same finger wouldn't invade again...but in fact, she wanted to check if any of the filthy worker had his hand behind. She couldn't find any, in fact, the couple had their working tools and bag carried in their hands.
A low chuckle made to lift her eyes to Khurram who was way too close and her face turned beet red immediately.
Khurram was smelling his middle-finger while looking down with his venomous smirk.
It was Khurram!
While she stood frozen with her eyes locked on the old man, she saw the same hand with outstretched middle-finger doing down.
"Ouuuff", she had bit her lips hard to contain her gasp and her eyes closed automatically at the sinful pleasure that her pussy received. His finger had dug straight into her pussy crevice where the stretched and soaked panty stood as a final layer of protection. She had to stretch on her toes to stop the pressure of his invading finger.
"Please...st..stop", she hissed at him with pleading eyes. The pressure of his finger at her pussy was so extreme that she had to lean further to the old woman and heard her complaining grumble again.
Khurram just remained stationary with the same smug look. But, his finger was digging into her slowly. Aiding him to what he was doing were the oscillations of the moving train. It made his finger thrust in further, making her elastic panty to go inside her soaked hole, making it fill with it's dirty liquid.
"Stooop-pleease", Tanvi's body was in an obscene arch as she tilted her head to Khurram as she whimpered to stop.
His grin grew bigger and to her horror, she saw his other hand leaving the handle and going down. Even before she could guess what he was about to do, she felt her legging crack getting opened. She had nothing left than squeezing her butt-cheeks hard to each other to stop his finger from advancing further.
But it did!
Using his free hand, Khurram pulled the crack of her legging wide open, exposing half of her ass-cheeks from both sides and his finger thrust hard...this time...really forcing her panty to dip into her pussy hole.
Tanvi tilted her head further sideways to plead him to stop.
As she did, her pony hair twirled to the back of the worker woman's neck.
The woman-maid turned her head with an annoyed look and found the beautiful rich-looking woman's eyes.
Tanvi saw her reaction, the woman was surprised, genuine surprise to see an upper class looking lady standing next to her in a local cabin. The woman's eyes moved from Tanvi to Khurram and then back to Tanvi.
Then!
As the maid-woman watched them from Tanvi's backside, Khurram pulled the finger from her pussy and slowly dragged up, to his face, and slurped it inside his mouth along with a satisfied lust filled look, at Tanvi's pleading and frightened face.
Through the corner of her eyes, Tanvi saw the woman watching both with shock and as Khurram slurped and moved his finger back to her bottom, she saw the woman watching his actions with a sort of curiosity.
Tanvi felt a tug at her ass. "No...pleeese...stopp", she whispered again.
Khurram got her elastic panty pulled to one side, freeing her sex totally exposed.
Her ass-cheeks jerked and squeezed harder, but the damage was done.
Both her buttocks were now half exposed to the woman who was watching the old man's actions.
Tanvi saw a creepy smile spreading on the woman's mouth and noticed her eyes locking with hers with a statement..."What a slut you are".
Tanvi's body jolted hard and her toes pushed to it's limit when Khurram's middle finger spread her tightly squeezed ass-cheeks apart and dug into her pussy, again. And, this time, his finger went straight against her pussy...the force of his actions making her think that all his knuckles inside...but, then he paused.
Allowing her a few moments to relax against his finger. But the fact that his other hand kept her panty like a thong to one side, making her ass exposed, with an unknown strange low-class cheap-maid-woman watching her, made it impossible for her pussy from gushing.
"Ple...eese...Khu...rraamjii...pleeggss", her voice broke as her eyes filled with tears while trying hard to stop her hips from bucking at the invader's advances inside her hole.
The maid-worker turned herself a bit sideways, which made the man next to her grumble. She wanted a better look at what was happening to the fair and potentially an upper-class woman.
The dirty maid's smile was enough for Tanvi to close her eyes with shame. But, she failed to control her body. Her hips bolted and it made her thighs press forceful on the kid's shoulder.
"Don't push", the old woman sitting in front of her made a noise of protest.
Tanvi mumbled her apology but couldn’t shake the finger out. Khurram's finger was now passing through the length of her pussy lips through her panty with the help of the lubrication of her dirty juices and each outward pull made her pussy liquid to churn outside making her inner thighs smother with that liquid.
The woman behind watched it with rapt attention and her knowing smile was more than enough for Tanvi to realize how her body was betraying her.
She heard a slight 'sloshing' sound from her bottom. An unmistakable one. Her pussy's response!
Tanvi had to fight with every ounce of willpower to stop from screaming out. Cursing Khurram to stop but the situation was so crazed up that she couldn’t move a limb.
Tanvi's head remained tilted to sideways looking at the sex-crazed monster and an awe-stuck worker woman.
Then she saw the woman turning towards her. She saw an older man, a cheap-looking, stench-filled one, possibly her husband angrily asking her to stop moving as he couldn't move at all in the squeezed crowd.
Tanvi heard the woman giving that man some excuse and finally she saw her facing her back...standing left to Khurram. Her eyes clamped shut with extreme shame by imagining the view she was projecting. But the finger inside her stopped every rational thought her head brought forth.
"Open her", Tanvi heard the woman clearly.
The low-class woman was asking Khurram to do something, but in her arched stance, Tanvi couldn't turn back further than she was already doing.
Her eyes widened with horror as she felt the long finger slowly being removed from her overflowing sex hole. She was helpless and with the worker woman now behind her, Tanvi sensed something really bad could happen and she prayed to all her Gods to get the nightmare to end.
But, none of her Gods heard her.
"Open it...open her", she heard the low-class woman asking Khurram in a hushed voice and also saw her husband turning his face to his wife and to Tanvi's favor, he grunted and looked back to turn away. But, the next thing that happened shook her to core.
Khurram, using both his hands, pulled her ass-cheeks apart, opening her nether holes to be exposed to the worker woman.
Tanvi saw the visible surprise in the woman's eyes. As he spread her, it made her lower back to arch further that forced her buttocks to splay open obscenely, in the most vulgar manner.
Khurram held her ass open for a few seconds, letting the cold air graze her rectal ring and pussy like a storm helping the tornado.
"Hmmmnnfff", Tanvi bit her lips harder this time when Khurram pulled her ass-cheeks to spread as wide as they could go.
That one action made her dirtiest hole to expand in it's most vulgarity and her pussy hole to elongate and widen it's wet slit to expose the pink inside walls.
Tanvi's horror filled eyes saw the shock in the worker woman's eyes as she never in her life saw a cunt that was so reddish pink colored and a wicked smirk appeared.
Tanvi dreaded the way the woman looked at her exposed sex and then her eyes.
The message was clear!
His message to the worker-maid was clear as hell!!
"Do it!", Khurram grunted at the woman in a low growl that was heard as a protest against the pushing crowd.
The brutal horror of her exposure left her raw and reeling, a gut-wrenching shame.
Tanvi's head and heart burned into a chilling horror of absolute shame as she stood powerless before the staring eyes of the dirty-lowclass-maid-woman from behind and at the mercy of the wicked old man!
Tanvi read the message from Khurram:
"Get ready for tonight. We are going somewhere to have Dinner. I will make all your dirty wishes come true - so you will finally stop you silly cries"
She read and re-read it few times - and her eyes widened when she read the next message from the mad-devil.
"Make sure to wear the gym-pants from yesterday and a kurta-top. Tanvi - I don't want to see anything inside both of it. Be ready by 8pm"
Tanvi, the woman, the one person who never in her wildest dreams saw this coming...chocked for a proper breath as her head played the two messages again and again with millions of questions that rushed and went unanswered...
"Was he really going to do it?", a question with uncountable and unfathomable repercussions, if answered, to it's true underlying meaning of his messages formed inside her head.
She sat on her bed...lost...
Tanvi read and re-read the message a few times before she went to take her much needed shower.
It perplexed her to an immense level that she felt both excited and afraid of what the old man planned for that night. As she stood under the warm shower water, she wasn't sure how it was possible for an evil man like Khurram to make her feel so comfortable with the wildest sex she ever had in her life. One thing she found out and was clear to her since the last few days.
"Khurram was built to dominate women". "But, why am I reacting so badly...so desperate for him to take me like this?"...no answer. "Why am I falling so hard for this vile man?"...no answer. "He destroyed me...I...I just allowed it all to happen...all by myself, why?", her body trembled at all the 'WHY's?" that had no answers.
She knew what sort of a man Khurram was and what he intended to do with her yet, she missed to notice how her body, especially her nipples hardened in the warm water at the diminutive thought of him.
Tanvi wanted a way out. She knew that clearly. But again, despite her future showing a bleak question mark, she felt the need to please him, like a slut and the bitch he termed her to be. She bit her lips thinking how her pussy jolted each time when he called her 'slut' and slapped her like an animal with 'bitch' following that searing pain. She was lost on how to stop herself from falling deeper into his web.
As she lathered soap over her soft skin, the most worrying thought she held was how she would resist him that night, what he was to do with her. Tanvi wondered how ridiculous it was that her pussy started to twitch automatically when she thought of the night's possibilities. Her eyes clamped with shame while the images of her squirting and peeing to the world came in. "How could he do it to her?..."Why didn't I run away then?"
"Get ready for dinner tonight. I will make all your dirty wishes come true. Make sure to wear the gym pants from yesterday and a kurta, I don't want to see anything else inside. Be ready by 8pm". The words from his SMS message echoed inside of her closed eyes.
As she whispered the message few times unknowingly her pussy watered with vengeance and shame. She knew everything that happened in the last few days and what was happening was madness and her life as she knew was already gone, destroyed by the mad old man.
Yet, she didn't feel the remorse that she was supposed to feel. A tinge of regret was she was cheating on her marriage, but the fact that her husband did that to her already and leaving her in such a situation made her feel some sort of consolation.
But again, by thinking about Sanjoth with the two elderly women with him created an euphoric grudge in her heart.
She thought of calling Sylvie, and decided otherwise, there wasn't anything her dear friend could help her with.
She thought of Hansa, and their last discussion. Tanvi wondered what Hansa had in mind to help her, but the very same moment Tanvi dismissed it because a voice deep inside her head clearly shouted that her life was already done for...no chance left for retribution or getting helped with.
As all these thoughts crowded her head, the expectation of what Khurram said in his message took upper hand and she moved to freshen up, to prepare herself for their third night...together...
Tanvi chuckled at the thought...she was considering them, her and Khurram as a couple already. Long gone was the diminutive outlook about him of being her molester...she looked forward to their night out.
"You ready?", Khurram's heavy voice made her jump from the Kitchen where she was making coffee.
"Ji...coming", Tanvi replied with a giggle and an enthusiasm she never felt before as she almost rushed to open the grille and door.
"You aren't dressed!"
"Just five minutes, Khurramji. I will come", she replied and ran inside her bedroom. As she pulled her housegown out, she froze. Khurram was inside the bedroom and was watching her undress.
"Go on, don't be shy", he growled.
Tanvi stood naked and slowly, with embarrassment, wore the same black legging that was torn at her crotch. She had in mind to ask why he asked to wear it but wearing the torn legging outside of her home was unimaginably embarrassing. But she did as asked of her as Khurram left her alone.
She had kept one panty, it was a greyish white one that was shorter than her normal panties, she had it for long time but never wore it than few time because the material was too elastic and within minutes, it would creep up into her butt-crevice and made her uncomfortable like she was naked inside. So she always avoided it. But then, tonight was different, she was going out with Khurram and he specifically asked to wear the torn legging, so she knew well what his intentions were.
The moment she pulled it to her hips, she felt the nakedness. Her pussy creamed spontaneously. Then she took the Kurta from the cupboard and wore it, no bra...that was what he asked for.
"Why do you have that panty? I don't want you to wear anything inside, didn't you read what I sent earlier?", Khurram's voice rose high, making her nervous and scared.
"Khurramji, please, I am wearing the legging as you asked, but please, allow me to have this panty at least, please"
"Hmm...okay...but you know that punishment awaits when you don't listen to my words, yes?", his answer and question was too much for her to digest.
She kept quiet as she also knew even if she didn't listen, he would do something bad, that was for sure. She was ready to meet the punishment.
"Not this one. Get that green one", Khurram pointed at a light green Kurta hanging in her wardrobe.
Tanvi dreaded while picking the Kurta that he was pointing at. The material was too light, in fact flimsy and very transparent. She had avoided wearing it since she found out how the bra was visible while wearing it. It was a gift from her Grandmother long before her marriage with Sanjoth, and suddenly she recalled how slutty she would look while wearing it without a bra...more like she was exposing rather than concealing.
"Nice", Khurram muttered with appreciation when he saw how her breasts showed outside through the light green Kurta.
Tanvi's face turned red and then she realized it. The hem of the Kurta reached only till her ass, actually just above her mid-ass. It didn't cover her back at all, meaning, if someone took a good look at her bottom, it was a clear view of the vertically torn crotch of the legging she wore. Just by guessing how it would be while sitting somewhere made her heart leap out of her rib cage.
"Khurramji, can I change to something else? This is too small", she tried to hide the fact of her bottom going exposed.
"No. Let's go. We're already late", Khurram replied curly and walked out in front.
Tanvi had no option other than following him. Despite her discomfort and embarrassment, she felt wetness creeping her pussy and cold air grazing her clean shaved hidden areas.
But the expectant thrill of unknown night enthralled and consumed her with lust. More than everything, she just wanted to cream...it was the wish of her pussy. She locked the door, grille and walked out.
Once at the long parking space outside her home, she saw an auto waiting for them. Khurram went in, and as it was already past 8pm, it was dark and helped Tanvi to cover her almost exposed groin as she climbed into it. It ran for twenty minutes till they reached the nearest railway station. She squirmed when she felt the elastic material of her panty creeping between her ass-cheeks.
"Why here, Khurramji?", Tanvi was curious, flustered, and embarrassed by her dressing situation.
They were at a railway station, a bit far from their Complex.
"Keep quiet, and follow me, got it?", he growled back.
She went mute and followed the large man as he took the tickets and went into the platform.
There weren't many people but she was too conscious of walking briskly but had to try severely hard to keep up with him. Each step she took, she felt the cold air grazing her almost exposed bottom.
Tanvi noticed many lecherous glances at her bouncing breasts as the thin apparel did it's part very well...semi-exposing her frame in a very sleazy manner. Men and women alike looked at the young mother who was uncharacteristically vulgar to normal standards. She clearly felt the grit of the station floor through her thin soles, a layer of soot and spit that seemed to coat everything. As she followed the broad, unyielding back of Khurram, the sensory assault of the "real world" crushed her spirit.
Everywhere she looked, life was raw and filthy. She saw worker men and women with cracked, obsidian-colored heels sleeping on thin plastic mats, their faces grey with the dust of construction sites. She saw domestic maids huddled over steel tiffins, their saris darkened by grease and the humidity of small kitchens. This was the engine of the city, and it smelled of old tobacco, damp earth, and desperation.
"Arre, peeche hato! Jagah banao, chadhne do sabko!" (You, move back! Make space, let everyone get on!) a voice bellowed from a nearby platform, a desperate, angry sound that made Tanvi flinch and curse herself for bring there.
She was acutely aware of the spectacle she was creating.
Between the sea of dirty and filthy browns and greys, her light green kurta stood apart. Under the harsh, buzzing sodium lights, the thin fabric became a transparent sleaze to the low-lass lecherous eyes like a feast.
Her suffocation intensified with every passing moment as she was standing without a bra inside, and that created a gentle bounce to her freely oscillating breasts with each step she took forward, accompanying the large, brown old man in front of her. That sway of her womanly possessions were visible to every dirty eye on the platform.
She felt the heavy, lingering stares of laborers who stopped mid-sentence, their mouths slightly agape. They weren't just looking; they were dissecting her, their eyes tracing the curve of her breasts and the high, dangerous slit of the crotch-cut black leggings.
Tanvi tried her left best to squeeze her legs, especially her thighs together to stop the torn exposure from becoming an absolute embarrassing and shameful reality.
The overhead speakers crackled, a distorted, ghostly woman’s voice echoing through the high iron rafters. "Kripya dhyan dein... chalkar... jaane wali... gaadi ek sou barah..." (May I have your attention please... coming from... going to... train one hundred and twelve...)
Tanvi felt like her body was exposed to a sandstorm of filth. Every time the wind blew, the hem of her short kurta fluttered a little, and she felt the terrifying, cool graze of the wind against her bare, hairless mound and the sensitive, swollen lips of her sex. She tried to pull the fabric down, to hide the long tear in her leggings, but Khurram gave her an admonishing look that she pulled her hands away in response.
When the train finally roared into the station like a screeching metal beast, Khurram shoved her into the open doorway of a general compartment, plunging her into the heart of the congestion.
Khurram led her toward the rusted iron beast that groaned to a halt.
The surge was predatory. Before the train even stopped, the "human tsunami" began...bodies leaping out while a counter-wave of commuters tried to wedge themselves in.
"Chalo, chalo, chalo! Andar ghuso! Arre bhai, thoda dhakka kam maaro!" (Go, go, go! Get inside! Hey brother, push a little less!)
Tanvi was swept up in the tide of sweaty, filthy and uncouth humans. The physical pressure was suffocating. She felt the rough texture of gunny bags and the damp heat of strange shoulders pinning her until she was spat out into the stifling interior of the General Compartment.
It was a cage of stagnant air and low-frequency vibration.
Khurram muscled a path toward a side window, finding a microscopic gap.
Directly in front of Tanvi, an old, a very old woman sat like crumpled herself on a single wooden seat, her face a map of deep-etched wrinkles, staring vacantly at the grime-streaked glass.
Khurram stood to Tanvi’s right, a silent, impassive wall. Khurram tactfully maneuvered her toward a side window, pinning her body against the sweaty bodies around them.
Inside the local cabin, it was a nightmare of human proximity that welcomed the young mother. It was packed to the core, a solid mass of sweating, exhausted humanity where personal space was a forgotten concept.
The stench of filthy sweat was very musky and thick around where they both walked into.
Tanvi was pushed through the crowd, her perfume instantly drowned out by the pungent, acidic odour of laborers who had spent hours in the sun toiling themselves to get a few rupees to feed themselves and others waiting at their respective homes.
As the train lurched forward with a bone-jarring metallic shriek, Tanvi’s balance failed. She was forced to reach up, grasping the overhead hanging rails with both hands.
The movement was a betrayal. As her arms stretched, the short green kurta rode high, bunching at her waist.
She felt the humid, moving air of the compartment directly on the bare skin of her lower back and hips.
The leggings offered no protection; the slit at her crotch was pulled taut, exposing her to the draft and the unblinking, murderous gazes of the men pressed around her. Not to any extremes but enough for her face to turn red with shame.
The people around her tightened itself.
A domestic maid or possibly a construction worker, in her late fifties, her hair oily and skin slick with the day’s grime, squeezed into the space behind her. The woman’s sweaty, heavy heat pressed directly against Tanvi’s exposed lower torso, the friction unavoidable.
"Thoda sarakiye na, Madamji... jagah kahan hai," (Move a bit, Madam... where is the space,) the woman grumbled, leaning her full weight against Tanvi.
"Haan, Maa? Bas nikal gaya hoon. Thoda gardi hai, par pahunch jaoonga," (Yes, Man? Just left. It’s a bit crowded, but I’ll reach,) a man muttered into his phone nearby, his elbow digging into Tanvi’s ribs.
Then, the ticket collector began his brutal trek through the human gridlock.
As he forced his way past, Tanvi felt a large, heavy hand slide over her rear. It wasn't a brush; it was a firm, suffocating grip that lingered, asserting dominance in the crush.
She gasped, her knuckles turning white on the rail, her face burning with a shame that felt like it would swallow her whole. Surrounded by the weary silence of the workforce and the rhythmic clack-clack of the wheels, she was completely realizing her situation as a silent prisoner of the night.
"Ticket dikhaiye! Arre bhai, bina ticket ke kahan ghuse ja rahe ho?" (Show your ticket! Hey brother, where are you going without a ticket?). The ticket collector’s voice cut through the haze, but the man he was addressing was unable to look away from Tanvi’s swaying hips.
She was losing her balance, she knew it. But if she lifted her hands above to hold, it would lift her top way above her ass or even expose her skin. She was mortified at the thought and the stench of sweat increased to a suffocating point.
To her right, Khurram’s heavy, solid frame acted as a wall and to her left, and to her left an old man stood looking away from her with his back to her.
Directly behind her, the older worker woman or maid in a half-torn saree was grunting and cursing under her breath about the "filthy, crowded city," her heavy bosom pressing into Tanvi’s back, not by force but unable to move anywhere else in that crowd.
Tanvi had to struggle hard to get a clean intake of air. She saw Khurram standing tall between the heavily packed crowd and finally stopping ahead as he couldn't move further. She was forced to squeeze between the strange people and somehow reached next to the large brown and bald old man who towered among the rest.
"Hold it properly", he said by nodding at the handle that was hung above her head.
Tanvi was mortified.
All this while, she was just keeping a half-way up stance to stop her ungraceful exposure. Now, if she listened to him, she would need to lift her hand in full, and her Kurta would go up with it and allow her lower body to be almost clotheless.
She had to deliberate many times before lifting her hand. And, once she caught one of the free handles, she grunted, she couldn't balance, she had to use both hands as the train movement was seriously heavy.
Finally, she resigned to use both her hands, held high up above her head, to hold one handle that was free.
She was forced to reach up and grab the overhead rail to maintain her balance as the train lurched forward, the movement stretching her kurta even higher. Her arms were raised, her chest thrust forward made even more prominent by the absence of a bra, the thin fabric of the kurta doing nothing to hide the hard, pebbled state of her nipples. She was a statue of forced vulnerability.
Khurram looked down at her and gave his usual wicked grin. He saw how much her Kurta was lifted, it was above her waist where the leggings waistband was and a portion of her fair naval was exposed. The stretch made her both breasts lift up and her hardened nipples thrusted like two canyons.
Yet, his eyes trailed down, between her clutched thighs, and he chuckled inside thinking of how much the young woman was struggling to stop the forced exposure. She was facing him and her face was at his chest, almost touching, as he felt her heated breath on his skin.
The train moved in a slow pace as it was a local train that would stop at every station ahead. Tanvi gasped with relief when she noticed everyone around were busy with their own set of life-problems. She could still feel the eyes of the men around her, their gazes dropping to her legs, feet and then back to her hands, and face and gawking at her pale, yellowish skin that shimmered in the flickering overhead lights.
But that relief was half-lived!
Train was coming to a stop to the upcoming station.
"Move, move aside", she heard people rushing to exit as the train reached the next station.
Push, knead, pull, she felt all of it, even someone squeezed her ass-cheek for a brief moment and she couldn't do anything but freeze and try to control any noises from escaping. Her pussy was already soaked and wet with the dirty physical closeness with strangers, that too low-level workers were a bit too much for her to digest.
"Hold the handle properly, there will be more people getting in from this station", Khurram grunted to her ears.
Tanvi clutched the handle harder, and saw the incoming rush. More workers, more sweat, more filthy. She had to turn a bit towards the side-window from where the cold air was coming in.
Now she stood sideways to Khurram, facing the window and her back to the people behind her.
She felt a push from the back when a suffocating number of people entered into their cabin.
She had to balance on her feet but as she got squeezed further, she had to lift herself on her toes to gain a bit of balance. She looked at the old woman in front as her thighs pressed against that annoyed looking woman. That woman just looked away to outside ignoring Tanvi completely.
Then!
"Wha...!", a shocked sound of considerable alarm came from her and she jolted up with her butt-cheeks squeezing in response, at once!
A finger!
A human finger grazed along her crack...and left her free immediately.
Right over the elastic panty.
Right where her pussy was.
A shiver and shock started at her vertebrae. Then titled her head to look up at Khurram, who had a smug look on his face.
Tanvi wasn't able to make up her mind, whether to question the man behind her or to press forward to the annoyed kid.
Then!
She felt it again!
But this time, the finger didn't just graze. It's pointed edge pressed between her tightly clenched ass-cheeks, right at where her pussy-hole was, and it thrust, hard and forced her to jump and lift upwards. Within the next excruciatingly slow seconds, that finger, using it's power, trailed a slow, and long graze from her pussy, through her asshole and went up to her legging waistband.
All of it happened within a few agonizingly slow seconds!
A gasp of relief came out of her lungs!
That human finger was gone, once again leaving her at an edge of shocked embarrassment, suffocation and anger.
Tanvi spun her head behind to check who did that to her and found the worker man and women facing opposite her in the rush and from their demeanour, they had no idea what was happening. But, her brain pushed her to check below, to make sure the same finger wouldn't invade again...but in fact, she wanted to check if any of the filthy worker had his hand behind. She couldn't find any, in fact, the couple had their working tools and bag carried in their hands.
A low chuckle made to lift her eyes to Khurram who was way too close and her face turned beet red immediately.
Khurram was smelling his middle-finger while looking down with his venomous smirk.
It was Khurram!
While she stood frozen with her eyes locked on the old man, she saw the same hand with outstretched middle-finger doing down.
"Ouuuff", she had bit her lips hard to contain her gasp and her eyes closed automatically at the sinful pleasure that her pussy received. His finger had dug straight into her pussy crevice where the stretched and soaked panty stood as a final layer of protection. She had to stretch on her toes to stop the pressure of his invading finger.
"Please...st..stop", she hissed at him with pleading eyes. The pressure of his finger at her pussy was so extreme that she had to lean further to the old woman and heard her complaining grumble again.
Khurram just remained stationary with the same smug look. But, his finger was digging into her slowly. Aiding him to what he was doing were the oscillations of the moving train. It made his finger thrust in further, making her elastic panty to go inside her soaked hole, making it fill with it's dirty liquid.
"Stooop-pleease", Tanvi's body was in an obscene arch as she tilted her head to Khurram as she whimpered to stop.
His grin grew bigger and to her horror, she saw his other hand leaving the handle and going down. Even before she could guess what he was about to do, she felt her legging crack getting opened. She had nothing left than squeezing her butt-cheeks hard to each other to stop his finger from advancing further.
But it did!
Using his free hand, Khurram pulled the crack of her legging wide open, exposing half of her ass-cheeks from both sides and his finger thrust hard...this time...really forcing her panty to dip into her pussy hole.
Tanvi tilted her head further sideways to plead him to stop.
As she did, her pony hair twirled to the back of the worker woman's neck.
The woman-maid turned her head with an annoyed look and found the beautiful rich-looking woman's eyes.
Tanvi saw her reaction, the woman was surprised, genuine surprise to see an upper class looking lady standing next to her in a local cabin. The woman's eyes moved from Tanvi to Khurram and then back to Tanvi.
Then!
As the maid-woman watched them from Tanvi's backside, Khurram pulled the finger from her pussy and slowly dragged up, to his face, and slurped it inside his mouth along with a satisfied lust filled look, at Tanvi's pleading and frightened face.
Through the corner of her eyes, Tanvi saw the woman watching both with shock and as Khurram slurped and moved his finger back to her bottom, she saw the woman watching his actions with a sort of curiosity.
Tanvi felt a tug at her ass. "No...pleeese...stopp", she whispered again.
Khurram got her elastic panty pulled to one side, freeing her sex totally exposed.
Her ass-cheeks jerked and squeezed harder, but the damage was done.
Both her buttocks were now half exposed to the woman who was watching the old man's actions.
Tanvi saw a creepy smile spreading on the woman's mouth and noticed her eyes locking with hers with a statement..."What a slut you are".
Tanvi's body jolted hard and her toes pushed to it's limit when Khurram's middle finger spread her tightly squeezed ass-cheeks apart and dug into her pussy, again. And, this time, his finger went straight against her pussy...the force of his actions making her think that all his knuckles inside...but, then he paused.
Allowing her a few moments to relax against his finger. But the fact that his other hand kept her panty like a thong to one side, making her ass exposed, with an unknown strange low-class cheap-maid-woman watching her, made it impossible for her pussy from gushing.
"Ple...eese...Khu...rraamjii...pleeggss", her voice broke as her eyes filled with tears while trying hard to stop her hips from bucking at the invader's advances inside her hole.
The maid-worker turned herself a bit sideways, which made the man next to her grumble. She wanted a better look at what was happening to the fair and potentially an upper-class woman.
The dirty maid's smile was enough for Tanvi to close her eyes with shame. But, she failed to control her body. Her hips bolted and it made her thighs press forceful on the kid's shoulder.
"Don't push", the old woman sitting in front of her made a noise of protest.
Tanvi mumbled her apology but couldn’t shake the finger out. Khurram's finger was now passing through the length of her pussy lips through her panty with the help of the lubrication of her dirty juices and each outward pull made her pussy liquid to churn outside making her inner thighs smother with that liquid.
The woman behind watched it with rapt attention and her knowing smile was more than enough for Tanvi to realize how her body was betraying her.
She heard a slight 'sloshing' sound from her bottom. An unmistakable one. Her pussy's response!
Tanvi had to fight with every ounce of willpower to stop from screaming out. Cursing Khurram to stop but the situation was so crazed up that she couldn’t move a limb.
Tanvi's head remained tilted to sideways looking at the sex-crazed monster and an awe-stuck worker woman.
Then she saw the woman turning towards her. She saw an older man, a cheap-looking, stench-filled one, possibly her husband angrily asking her to stop moving as he couldn't move at all in the squeezed crowd.
Tanvi heard the woman giving that man some excuse and finally she saw her facing her back...standing left to Khurram. Her eyes clamped shut with extreme shame by imagining the view she was projecting. But the finger inside her stopped every rational thought her head brought forth.
"Open her", Tanvi heard the woman clearly.
The low-class woman was asking Khurram to do something, but in her arched stance, Tanvi couldn't turn back further than she was already doing.
Her eyes widened with horror as she felt the long finger slowly being removed from her overflowing sex hole. She was helpless and with the worker woman now behind her, Tanvi sensed something really bad could happen and she prayed to all her Gods to get the nightmare to end.
But, none of her Gods heard her.
"Open it...open her", she heard the low-class woman asking Khurram in a hushed voice and also saw her husband turning his face to his wife and to Tanvi's favor, he grunted and looked back to turn away. But, the next thing that happened shook her to core.
Khurram, using both his hands, pulled her ass-cheeks apart, opening her nether holes to be exposed to the worker woman.
Tanvi saw the visible surprise in the woman's eyes. As he spread her, it made her lower back to arch further that forced her buttocks to splay open obscenely, in the most vulgar manner.
Khurram held her ass open for a few seconds, letting the cold air graze her rectal ring and pussy like a storm helping the tornado.
"Hmmmnnfff", Tanvi bit her lips harder this time when Khurram pulled her ass-cheeks to spread as wide as they could go.
That one action made her dirtiest hole to expand in it's most vulgarity and her pussy hole to elongate and widen it's wet slit to expose the pink inside walls.
Tanvi's horror filled eyes saw the shock in the worker woman's eyes as she never in her life saw a cunt that was so reddish pink colored and a wicked smirk appeared.
Tanvi dreaded the way the woman looked at her exposed sex and then her eyes.
The message was clear!
His message to the worker-maid was clear as hell!!
"Do it!", Khurram grunted at the woman in a low growl that was heard as a protest against the pushing crowd.
The brutal horror of her exposure left her raw and reeling, a gut-wrenching shame.
Tanvi's head and heart burned into a chilling horror of absolute shame as she stood powerless before the staring eyes of the dirty-lowclass-maid-woman from behind and at the mercy of the wicked old man!
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