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Chapter-85:
Her stomach churned with a wave of nausea so strong she thought she might faint.
Gowda roared with a sudden, violent anger, and reached out to grip and pull the pallu of her saree from her shoulder, yanking it down from her neck...tearing it past her arm with a brutal, and barbaric snap.
The sudden pull of her pallu!
Everything lost!
The sudden pull at her neck!
Two supple victuals bounced out of her hand's protection!
Her whole upperbody unveiled in a most disgraceful manner to everyone!
The entire crowd, who were watching the scene, caught their breaths at the sight that was unfolded!
Tanvi was unable to respond immediately when the cold air hit her hardened nipples like a shockwave. Her eyes were fixed on Gowda's face. It was only when she heard the lewd cat-calls from the men that her hands flew up to cover her breasts. She sat immobile with a heaving chest that moved high and low, while her eyes locked at Gowda's face to find some trace of empathy...she couldn't find an ounce there. Her eyes blinked and went from Khurram to Devki and then at all the men, and settled back to the devilish eyed Driver...Gowda.
While the animal of a man wiped his hands, Tanvi's eyes noticed his right hand thumb. There was no nail, instead it looked like it was cut-off just below the nail, but the way his thumb stopped at the tip - it was thick, rounded, like an overgrown ending, more like a miniature hammer-head. She wondered for few seconds on it but her attention returned immediately.
Devki took another good look at the young woman's breasts when such a scene came into a full play, she just couldn't stop admiring the perfect bodied female sitting in front of her. She was amazed and then the thought of what this night was going to bring her lips to curve into a smile that made Tanvi tremble from where she sat.
"Dekho saali ki aam... aise chuche aur aisi dodiya maine aaj tak nahi dekhi!" (Look at her mangoes... I have never seen such tits and such nipples in my life!), one man screeched.
"Sahi mein-be, kach ki goli jaise sakht hain saali ke thun!" (Bloddy hell, yes, the slut's breasts are hard like glass marbles!), another man shouted with an evil laugh.
"Kya kadak maal hai yeh randi! (What a piece of whore this woman is!)
"Main toh iske chuchon ko zindagi bhar choosta rahoonga" (I will suck her breasts forever), another man groaned.
"Mera mann toh iski doodh nichodne ka hai... ek baar chipak gaya na in dono pe, toh saala kabhi nahi chhodunga" (I want to drink the milk out of her nipples... once I latch onto those two things, I'll never let go), another one shouted.
Tanvi heard all of their lewd and discriminating remarks very clearly, and with embarrassed eyes, she saw Gowda wiping both his hands with her saree pallu and taking his time to wipe his mouth. As he did that, his face came down... close... he closed in the distance between them. When she saw his face was hardly an inch next to her left hand with which she had clamped and closed over her left breast, he tilted and lifted his head up and stared into her eyes.
Then he smiled...a wicked...vile...a poisonous one...his blood-red eyes created a wave of fright that she never had in her life. The man who stared into her green ones clearly conveyed that message to her. It was not the scare she felt when she when she first ventured alone in the Basti and got orally serviced by Dattu, or when Khurram took her out in the mini-jungle and made her squirt to whole Complex or even when he made her suck in front of Mehta...this was a different monster altogether...it was clearly evident to her. He was not going to leave her in a good way.
Every thud from her heart felt like a countdown to her total annihilation.
"Badi drama-baazi cheez hai re tu, pata hai Chokkri?" (You are a really flashy piece of meat, you know that, Girl?) Gowda growled, his head bent low, his breath, smelling of the curry that she made and of rotting teeth, all of it closely brushing against her collarbone.
He stayed there, hovering with a predatory patience that made her skin vibrate with a need to scream.
"Ekdum top-class randi lag rahi hai is kachre mein" (You look like a top-class whore in this pile of trash), he added, his voice dropping to a cruel, jagged whisper.
"Ji", Tanvi just whimpered, the syllable barely escaping her paralyzed lips.
"Maine teri tareef ki, aur tu bas 'Ji' bol rahi hai? Mere liye aur kuch nahi niklega tere muh se, Chikni?" (I gave you a compliment, and you’re just saying 'Ji' to me? Won't anything else come out of your mouth?), Gowda gave a yellowed grin that made her feel as though a thousand insects just crawled under her skin.
"Ji, shukriya, Gowdaji" (Ji, thank you, Gowdaji), she muttered, her mind frantically searching for any sort of exit from this nightmare, thinking that a few words of respect might act as a shield.
"Abe-saali suuar, khaali 'shukriya' se kaam nahi chalega yahan. Tujhe meri tareef ke badle mein kuch nikal ke dena padega. Kyun Khurram, sahi bola na maine?" (Bloody cockroach! ,just a 'thank you' won't cut it here. You have to take something out and give it to me in return for my compliment. Isn't that right, Khurram?), the black Driver muttered without turning away from her close proximity.
His face was now leveled directly with her heavy, shivering breasts, his eyes tilted upward to trap her gaze in a web of pure, unadulterated lust.
"Haan, bilkul. Tujhe ek badhiya inam dena chahiye isse" (Yes, of course. You should give him a good reward), Khurram replied, his voice flat and drained of any protective instinct, leaving her utterly exposed to the wolf at her side.
That was an 'ask'
Tanvi clearly noted it.
Even before she could think of anything, she heard the same menacing growl coming out right next to her.
"Dekha? Khurram ko sab pata hai. Toh kya nikal ke pesh karegi mere liye, Chokkri?" (See? Khurram knows everything. So what are you going to take out and present to me, Girl?), the dark, bulky man grunted again, his gaze lingering on the curve of her waist where the coarse cloth barely held.
Tanvi's skin glowed yellowish orange in the light from the dim lights of the electric bulb that hung at one corner where they were seated.
"Ji... aapko mujhse kya chahiye?" (Ji... what do you want from me?), Tanvi finally forced the question out, her voice trembling so violently it was almost unintelligible.
The horror in her head was tripling. She couldn't comprehend how this massive, foul-smelling driver was allowed to speak to her this way. Yet, deep in her gut, she felt the sickening sink of a woman who knows she has fallen into a pit of filth with no ladder out.
Her hands remained clutched desperately over her chest, trying to maintain the illusion of a barrier between her dignity and their hunger.
"Wahi jo ek jawan randi de sakti hai... thoda doodh pila sakti hai na mujhe?" (The same thing a young whore can give...you can feed me some milk, can't you?), Gowda chuckled, a wet, guttural sound, as his eyes dropped lower, fixating on the heavy mounds of her breasts trapped beneath her clutched and protecting hands.
"NO!", the denial burst from her, loud and sharp, as the full, degrading weight of his intention hit her like a bucket of filthy waste water.
"Arrey! yahan 'NAHI' bolne ka haq kisne diya tujhe? kyun Khurram?" (Oh no no, Slut...no one gave you the right to say 'NO' here, right Khurram?), Gowda gave a menacing laugh, and this time the tone was one of absolute, and with cruel authority.
Tanvi shivered with a fresh wave of fright, her eyes darting to Khurram. She found him staring at her with a blank, hollow expression, a silence that felt like a death sentence. She couldn't understand why he was letting this happen, why the man who had brought her here was now acting as the facilitator for her public shaming.
"Bilkul Gowda. Ladki, iska dil khush hone tak apna doodh nikal ke pilati reh isko" (Yes, of course Gowda. Girl, make sure to keep taking out your milk and feeding him until his heart is happy), Khurram replied in a dead, flat tone, his eyes refusing to meet her terrified gaze.
He looked like a man who had already traded her away and was just waiting for the transaction to conclude.
"Ekdum sahi bola, Khurram tu ne. Main toh taiyar hoon jab tu taiyar ho jaye, Randi" (Perfectly said, Khurram. I'm ready whenever you're ready, Whore!), Gowda's voice was so heavy that it made her shudder visibly and it created yet another round of laughter from her behind...the men roared at their dialogue exchange, keeping their hope high.
Tanvi saw with sinking heart and terror filled eyes of Gowda leaning his massive body even closer until she could feel the heat of his skin against her bare arm, the trap finally closing around her.
And, this time, he was an inch away from her left breast that she kept covered with her palm. She felt his hot breath on her arm making her shudder as she sat gingerly thinking of what the animal would do to her.
But, she was well aware that her fight against inevitable outcome was futile.
Tanvi, with creeping fear, with disgust, with anger, and with absolute resignation to her situation, had no option than allowing Gowda to remove her hands from her breast. Yet she tried her level best to protect herself.
The next moment!
Devki, the men and Khurram - all paused their breaths for a second!
"Ooouh-gggood-ouuuwch", she screamed with an open throat when Gowda gulped her exposed left breast inside his wide-open mouth.
Tanvi's recoil was so hard that she almost fell backward from where she was seated.
But she did not fall.
Gowda, the driver was clearly aware of what he was doing. The moment he took in her soft breast in his mouth, his tongue attacked her tender muscles and it's surrounding skin...not leaving any area of her breast fibre...he rolled her iron-hard nipple, munched her breast, bit her nipple with his teeth, and produced a wave of pain to her body, and pushed the dirty feelings of sacrilegious pleasure into her brain.
Tanvi's head tilted high up and her eyes went along with it as the Driver chewed her breast, not leaving an inch of her plush breast meat. His mouth was all over her skin, slobbering his stinky saliva, gruelling at all her pleasure points and pushed her places she never expected to exist.
She heard a very deep groan leaving her lips, tried with all her willpower to muffle it, and failed...miserably.
She was seated in open air.
She had a wide audience of strangers leering at her.
She was a whore offering herself to a wild beast of a filthy male.
Tanvi started to jolt hard when each bites got placed on her nipples and other areas of breast.
Gowda wasn't nibbling, he was savoring her breast.
She felt like he was trying to churn milk out of her glands. The pain of his chewing and munching her muscular tissues were too much to contain. It wasn’t gentle...he behaved like a real wild pig who found it's prey...his saliva dripped down her torso, she was forced to yelp few times when he bit her hard...
Then!
Gowda moved his head further to her other end, leaving her reddened left breast free, but that lasted only a second. Using his face, he pushed her right hand away from her right breast and even before she could respond against him, her right breast was gulped in by his mouth.
Tanvi's cries of protests got muffled by the men's voices who were encouraging Gowda with their extremely curse words. Her brain worked into a different direction while her head remained tilted up and eyes clamped shut. She couldn’t make up her mind if she need to push the filthy driver away or if she should allow him to do whatever he wants with his mouth and tongue - his mouth, tongue and teeth were creating ripples of vulgarities on her pleasure nerves. Adding to that forced-pleasure, she was disappointed that Gowda didn't grab her left breast that he left shimmering in the orange light with his saliva dripping from her nipple to lap in an extremely lewd manner.
The way he munched and suckled her breasts were not something that she never experienced in her sex life till that night. Her husband was not much of a lover, Khurram was not willing to take his time, and the only one who cherished her pleasure mounds were Dattu...even if that happened once only, he was skilled in using his mouth to perfect use...
Gowda came close to Dattu, but he was eliciting too much pain, not in a good way.
Despite his salivating mouth clamping and sucking all over her soft meats, his biting method was not something she could enjoy...but the cat-calls, whistles and Gowda's thorough munching made her forget where she was, who she was and how naked she was displaying herself to strangers. She felt an evil craving rising rapidly from her body that was underlying deep inside and all of a sudden, it was answering to the man named Gowda.
Everyone watched the beautiful woman groaning, jolting and spasming hard, visibly disclosing to everyone that she was really enjoying whatever the Driver was doing with his mouth.
Khurram sat with a face that did not express any emotion.
Devki looked at Tanvi with absolute surprise and shocked, as the young woman, despite being thoroughly getting her breasts abused orally, crying from pain but was also moaning with ecstasy.
The workers who looked at her, saw a high class whore shamelessly enjoying sex in public that they never had a chance to witness.
It was carnally fulfilling to everyone gathered, and Khurram remained silent.
"Hmm...mmaa...aah", a moan came out of her in the form of a scream when Gowda finally pulled away from her battered breast with a very loud 'cluck' noise that announced everyone around of how hard he was sucking her.
Some of the men were already up and standing, as if their chance was about to arrive and others had turned their chairs to face her, common factor being, all their cock's being erect and leaking precums...they wanted to take it out to move this to next phase...but, Gowda...the Driver Gowda was not a force they dared to play with.
Tanvi's head dropped back and eyes opened a second later to Gowda letting her free.
Her face turned sideways and stared into the dark man's eyes. She wasn't sure what he was thinking. She couldn't read him. That made her scare more than she already was. The sense of her body's elevation evaporated in a moment.
"Well, that was encouraging", Gowda sat back on the chair with his upper body leaning backwards and gave a dirty smile to the woman whom he just serviced.
Tanvi wasn't sure if she was supposed to be embarrassed, whether she should cover herself back, or...if she was meant for something more...something more dirtier than she just performed...or was made to perform. As she tried to catch her breath, she heard and saw Gowda passing another lewd comment. She was really like a trapped animal, her dignity being stripped away the moment she entered the house of Devki and changed her clothes...but this... what Gowda did to her during past minutes... it was an act that pushed her to take the last fall... she sat like a human without life... shivering in the flickering, orange light of the street lamp.
"Chal, maza aa gaya... bade nakhre dikha rahi thi par kaam toh ekdum kamal kiya tune" (Well, that was fun...you were showing so many tantrums but what you offered was absolutely juicy), Gowda sat back on the chair with his upper body leaning backwards and gave a dirty, yellowed smile to the woman whom he had just used.
Tanvi wasn't sure if she was supposed to be embarrassed, whether she should cover her heavy, exposed breasts back, or... if she was meant for something more... something even dirtier than she had just performed... or was made to perform. Every breath she inhaled felt like filth. As she tried to catch her breathing, she saw Gowda’s eyes tracking the frantic heave of her chest...adding more terror to her, she saw her once pink nipples were now bloated into a larger girth, deep red and the fair skin around carried the purple marks of his teeth!
"Chikni, mujhe lagta hai tujhe thoda dhang sikhana padega. Jab maine pyaar se maanga toh tune nakhre kiye... toh ab thodi 'saza' toh banti hai, kyun?" (Girl, I think, you need to be taught some manners. When I asked nicely, you threw a fit... so now you’ve earned a bit of 'punishment,' right?)
The black toned Driver's questions were something Tanvi couldn't interpret and she mumbled for words.
"Ji... Ji... par... par..." (Yes... Yes... but... but...), her voice broke, half-sobbing with a confusion that tasted like copper in her mouth.
"Pata nahi kya saza?" (You don't know what punishment?), his voice turned hard, vibrating with a low-level, dangerous cruelty.
"Ji... I... I mean..." she was lost, her mind a frantic blur trying to find any sensible reply to stay the coming storm.
"Haraami randi! Maine pucha saza chahiye ki nahi? Kaunsa lund ghusa hai tere dimaakh mein jo meri baat samajh nahi aa rahi?" (Fucking whore! I asked if you need punishment or not? What kind of thing is stuck in your brain that you aren't getting my words?), Gowda shoved her head backwards with two thick, grease-stained fingers.
It was a gesture of pure insult!
Anger!
The only emotion Tanvi felt for a fleeting second was pure, white rage.
Her eyes flickered up to look at Khurram - a permission - just one silent permission - that was all she wanted to slap the Driver.
But...it wasn’t there...Khurram sat like an emotionless person...staring into her tear glazed eyes...he just sat there...like a lifeless human.
Few drops of tears dripped off her eyes at the betrayal!
A slap...yes...that was it. But it did not happen...the weight of the situation forced her down!
Her brain worked at lightning speed to contain that hard emotion behind gritted teeth, her pulse hammering in her throat. She recoiled back to her seated position immediately, her engorged and bitten nipples trembling as she stared back into Gowda's reddened, lust-filled eyes.
"Saali! Mujhe jawab chahiye haraamzaadi!" (Slut! I need a damn fucking answer, you ass of a woman!), Gowda snorted at a terror-filled Tanvi, his face hovering inches from hers.
Everyone was silent, the transformation into a scene of degradation. The worker men continued to take gulp after frantic gulps, their eyes glued to the naked statue of a woman whose exposed, fairy yellow breasts heaved up and down along with her frightened, shallow breaths.
Khurram still remained passive, a shadow against the wall.
Devki’s eyes clearly carried a sick amusement, watching the high-society woman breaking into piece by piece.
And Tanvi, she was the only one at the receiving end of their collective carnal hunger. Her gaze at Gowda’s eyes hardly lasted a few more seconds before he pounded on her again with words full of filthy curses.
"Kutiya! Agar bol nahi sakti, toh fir yahi tera naseeb hai" (Fucking bitch! If you can't reply, then this is your fate), by shouting at her, Gowda reached out and caught her neck from behind, his thick palm tightening as he pulled her sideways and then forward, slamming her upper body down onto his stretched, waiting lap.
Tanvi strutted and struggled to escape from his hold.
Gowda's hands were way too powerful for her to fight against. Even stengthier than Khurram's hold.
The Driver then made her upper body to lean over his two thighs that made her head to hang down, right next to Khurram's thighs and at the same time, his right hand closed over her exposed ass and thighs to plant her properly on his lap...her torso was totally at his mercy and rested on his lap, and her ass thrusted up in air, like a challenge to his face
Tanvi had her thighs down and legs stretched backwards.
A perfect position...for everyone except Tanvi!
She was firm on Gowda's lap!
"Pleeeees...NOOO", Tanvi screamed loud and shouted at Gowda to stop when she finally recognize what the wretched man was referring to when he shouted at her mentioning 'punishment'.
She knew it was going to be bad...really bad...but then...it already got worse. She pushed her hands to the earth below and grudgingly tried wiggling out of his iron grip. She was also acutely aware of the unhindered view that was presented of her absolutely naked back to all onlookers...everyone was given her nakedness to feast themselves.
Her cloth was bunched up at her upper hips, creating a completely nude vision of her lithe body from head to feet...totally naked...to every lust-filled eyes around her.
"Randi ka haath pakdo, Khurram" (Hold her arms, Khurram. This bitch is trying to escape from her punishment, Gowda growled loudly.
Khurram, without any words or emotions, caught both of Tanvi's wrists and brought it up to his lap and held tight.
Now, Tanvi was face down, lying on a wild boar of man's lap, naked to ninety-nine percent, head hanging to ground, ass upturned and ripe to receive his punishment...
All the men were already up, and standing behind her, taking in the hottest real life view they ever witnessed in their poor life...but no one dared to cross the line that Devki drew as they were fully aware of older woman's eyes watching every one of them...making sure they understood what her instructions were. They stood holding their breaths, without making a single noise, not having any confidence to cross the invisible line.
Tanvi at the same time was trying her level best possible to wiggle free.
Gowda angrily glared at her futile attempts to squirm away and snarled loud, his snorts vibrating through the expanse of the open air behind Devki's petrol station.
"Sun-le randi...acchi tarah se sun-le...har baar...har ek baar...jab main tujhse kuch puchu, toh tera jawab fauran nikalna chahiye... samjhi?" (Listen slut! Listen properly... Always... every single time... when I ask you something, your answer must come out immediately... understood?), Gowda leaned close to her downturned head and shouted at Tanvi. His voice rang inside her head like a loudspeaker, deafening her with the raw authority over her.
That order felt lik the last nail to the coffin laid by Khurram.
"YESSS... I DO... PLEEEEESE... I DOO!!!", Tanvi shrieked, her voice cracking as she begged for Gowda to stop what he was about to do, her dignity long since dissolved into pure, animalistic terror.
"Ekdum sahi bola, saali! Ye hui na baat!" (That's right, slut! That's the absolutely right answer!), Gowda growled again, but this time his voice was far away from her head, moving toward the target he had already marked.
Tanvi couldn’t turn her head because her hands were held firm by Khurram, pinning her down like a sacrifice...
As Gowda held her upper back by her shoulders, it stopped her from moving an inch, her body paralyzed except for her legs, which fluttered like a desperate swimmer trying to find a space to escape... but she couldn't...
A moment of agonizing pause followed...
Then...everyone heard...a loud crack!
Her stomach churned with a wave of nausea so strong she thought she might faint.
Gowda roared with a sudden, violent anger, and reached out to grip and pull the pallu of her saree from her shoulder, yanking it down from her neck...tearing it past her arm with a brutal, and barbaric snap.
The sudden pull of her pallu!
Everything lost!
The sudden pull at her neck!
Two supple victuals bounced out of her hand's protection!
Her whole upperbody unveiled in a most disgraceful manner to everyone!
The entire crowd, who were watching the scene, caught their breaths at the sight that was unfolded!
Tanvi was unable to respond immediately when the cold air hit her hardened nipples like a shockwave. Her eyes were fixed on Gowda's face. It was only when she heard the lewd cat-calls from the men that her hands flew up to cover her breasts. She sat immobile with a heaving chest that moved high and low, while her eyes locked at Gowda's face to find some trace of empathy...she couldn't find an ounce there. Her eyes blinked and went from Khurram to Devki and then at all the men, and settled back to the devilish eyed Driver...Gowda.
While the animal of a man wiped his hands, Tanvi's eyes noticed his right hand thumb. There was no nail, instead it looked like it was cut-off just below the nail, but the way his thumb stopped at the tip - it was thick, rounded, like an overgrown ending, more like a miniature hammer-head. She wondered for few seconds on it but her attention returned immediately.
Devki took another good look at the young woman's breasts when such a scene came into a full play, she just couldn't stop admiring the perfect bodied female sitting in front of her. She was amazed and then the thought of what this night was going to bring her lips to curve into a smile that made Tanvi tremble from where she sat.
"Dekho saali ki aam... aise chuche aur aisi dodiya maine aaj tak nahi dekhi!" (Look at her mangoes... I have never seen such tits and such nipples in my life!), one man screeched.
"Sahi mein-be, kach ki goli jaise sakht hain saali ke thun!" (Bloddy hell, yes, the slut's breasts are hard like glass marbles!), another man shouted with an evil laugh.
"Kya kadak maal hai yeh randi! (What a piece of whore this woman is!)
"Main toh iske chuchon ko zindagi bhar choosta rahoonga" (I will suck her breasts forever), another man groaned.
"Mera mann toh iski doodh nichodne ka hai... ek baar chipak gaya na in dono pe, toh saala kabhi nahi chhodunga" (I want to drink the milk out of her nipples... once I latch onto those two things, I'll never let go), another one shouted.
Tanvi heard all of their lewd and discriminating remarks very clearly, and with embarrassed eyes, she saw Gowda wiping both his hands with her saree pallu and taking his time to wipe his mouth. As he did that, his face came down... close... he closed in the distance between them. When she saw his face was hardly an inch next to her left hand with which she had clamped and closed over her left breast, he tilted and lifted his head up and stared into her eyes.
Then he smiled...a wicked...vile...a poisonous one...his blood-red eyes created a wave of fright that she never had in her life. The man who stared into her green ones clearly conveyed that message to her. It was not the scare she felt when she when she first ventured alone in the Basti and got orally serviced by Dattu, or when Khurram took her out in the mini-jungle and made her squirt to whole Complex or even when he made her suck in front of Mehta...this was a different monster altogether...it was clearly evident to her. He was not going to leave her in a good way.
Every thud from her heart felt like a countdown to her total annihilation.
"Badi drama-baazi cheez hai re tu, pata hai Chokkri?" (You are a really flashy piece of meat, you know that, Girl?) Gowda growled, his head bent low, his breath, smelling of the curry that she made and of rotting teeth, all of it closely brushing against her collarbone.
He stayed there, hovering with a predatory patience that made her skin vibrate with a need to scream.
"Ekdum top-class randi lag rahi hai is kachre mein" (You look like a top-class whore in this pile of trash), he added, his voice dropping to a cruel, jagged whisper.
"Ji", Tanvi just whimpered, the syllable barely escaping her paralyzed lips.
"Maine teri tareef ki, aur tu bas 'Ji' bol rahi hai? Mere liye aur kuch nahi niklega tere muh se, Chikni?" (I gave you a compliment, and you’re just saying 'Ji' to me? Won't anything else come out of your mouth?), Gowda gave a yellowed grin that made her feel as though a thousand insects just crawled under her skin.
"Ji, shukriya, Gowdaji" (Ji, thank you, Gowdaji), she muttered, her mind frantically searching for any sort of exit from this nightmare, thinking that a few words of respect might act as a shield.
"Abe-saali suuar, khaali 'shukriya' se kaam nahi chalega yahan. Tujhe meri tareef ke badle mein kuch nikal ke dena padega. Kyun Khurram, sahi bola na maine?" (Bloody cockroach! ,just a 'thank you' won't cut it here. You have to take something out and give it to me in return for my compliment. Isn't that right, Khurram?), the black Driver muttered without turning away from her close proximity.
His face was now leveled directly with her heavy, shivering breasts, his eyes tilted upward to trap her gaze in a web of pure, unadulterated lust.
"Haan, bilkul. Tujhe ek badhiya inam dena chahiye isse" (Yes, of course. You should give him a good reward), Khurram replied, his voice flat and drained of any protective instinct, leaving her utterly exposed to the wolf at her side.
That was an 'ask'
Tanvi clearly noted it.
Even before she could think of anything, she heard the same menacing growl coming out right next to her.
"Dekha? Khurram ko sab pata hai. Toh kya nikal ke pesh karegi mere liye, Chokkri?" (See? Khurram knows everything. So what are you going to take out and present to me, Girl?), the dark, bulky man grunted again, his gaze lingering on the curve of her waist where the coarse cloth barely held.
Tanvi's skin glowed yellowish orange in the light from the dim lights of the electric bulb that hung at one corner where they were seated.
"Ji... aapko mujhse kya chahiye?" (Ji... what do you want from me?), Tanvi finally forced the question out, her voice trembling so violently it was almost unintelligible.
The horror in her head was tripling. She couldn't comprehend how this massive, foul-smelling driver was allowed to speak to her this way. Yet, deep in her gut, she felt the sickening sink of a woman who knows she has fallen into a pit of filth with no ladder out.
Her hands remained clutched desperately over her chest, trying to maintain the illusion of a barrier between her dignity and their hunger.
"Wahi jo ek jawan randi de sakti hai... thoda doodh pila sakti hai na mujhe?" (The same thing a young whore can give...you can feed me some milk, can't you?), Gowda chuckled, a wet, guttural sound, as his eyes dropped lower, fixating on the heavy mounds of her breasts trapped beneath her clutched and protecting hands.
"NO!", the denial burst from her, loud and sharp, as the full, degrading weight of his intention hit her like a bucket of filthy waste water.
"Arrey! yahan 'NAHI' bolne ka haq kisne diya tujhe? kyun Khurram?" (Oh no no, Slut...no one gave you the right to say 'NO' here, right Khurram?), Gowda gave a menacing laugh, and this time the tone was one of absolute, and with cruel authority.
Tanvi shivered with a fresh wave of fright, her eyes darting to Khurram. She found him staring at her with a blank, hollow expression, a silence that felt like a death sentence. She couldn't understand why he was letting this happen, why the man who had brought her here was now acting as the facilitator for her public shaming.
"Bilkul Gowda. Ladki, iska dil khush hone tak apna doodh nikal ke pilati reh isko" (Yes, of course Gowda. Girl, make sure to keep taking out your milk and feeding him until his heart is happy), Khurram replied in a dead, flat tone, his eyes refusing to meet her terrified gaze.
He looked like a man who had already traded her away and was just waiting for the transaction to conclude.
"Ekdum sahi bola, Khurram tu ne. Main toh taiyar hoon jab tu taiyar ho jaye, Randi" (Perfectly said, Khurram. I'm ready whenever you're ready, Whore!), Gowda's voice was so heavy that it made her shudder visibly and it created yet another round of laughter from her behind...the men roared at their dialogue exchange, keeping their hope high.
Tanvi saw with sinking heart and terror filled eyes of Gowda leaning his massive body even closer until she could feel the heat of his skin against her bare arm, the trap finally closing around her.
And, this time, he was an inch away from her left breast that she kept covered with her palm. She felt his hot breath on her arm making her shudder as she sat gingerly thinking of what the animal would do to her.
But, she was well aware that her fight against inevitable outcome was futile.
Tanvi, with creeping fear, with disgust, with anger, and with absolute resignation to her situation, had no option than allowing Gowda to remove her hands from her breast. Yet she tried her level best to protect herself.
The next moment!
Devki, the men and Khurram - all paused their breaths for a second!
"Ooouh-gggood-ouuuwch", she screamed with an open throat when Gowda gulped her exposed left breast inside his wide-open mouth.
Tanvi's recoil was so hard that she almost fell backward from where she was seated.
But she did not fall.
Gowda, the driver was clearly aware of what he was doing. The moment he took in her soft breast in his mouth, his tongue attacked her tender muscles and it's surrounding skin...not leaving any area of her breast fibre...he rolled her iron-hard nipple, munched her breast, bit her nipple with his teeth, and produced a wave of pain to her body, and pushed the dirty feelings of sacrilegious pleasure into her brain.
Tanvi's head tilted high up and her eyes went along with it as the Driver chewed her breast, not leaving an inch of her plush breast meat. His mouth was all over her skin, slobbering his stinky saliva, gruelling at all her pleasure points and pushed her places she never expected to exist.
She heard a very deep groan leaving her lips, tried with all her willpower to muffle it, and failed...miserably.
She was seated in open air.
She had a wide audience of strangers leering at her.
She was a whore offering herself to a wild beast of a filthy male.
Tanvi started to jolt hard when each bites got placed on her nipples and other areas of breast.
Gowda wasn't nibbling, he was savoring her breast.
She felt like he was trying to churn milk out of her glands. The pain of his chewing and munching her muscular tissues were too much to contain. It wasn’t gentle...he behaved like a real wild pig who found it's prey...his saliva dripped down her torso, she was forced to yelp few times when he bit her hard...
Then!
Gowda moved his head further to her other end, leaving her reddened left breast free, but that lasted only a second. Using his face, he pushed her right hand away from her right breast and even before she could respond against him, her right breast was gulped in by his mouth.
Tanvi's cries of protests got muffled by the men's voices who were encouraging Gowda with their extremely curse words. Her brain worked into a different direction while her head remained tilted up and eyes clamped shut. She couldn’t make up her mind if she need to push the filthy driver away or if she should allow him to do whatever he wants with his mouth and tongue - his mouth, tongue and teeth were creating ripples of vulgarities on her pleasure nerves. Adding to that forced-pleasure, she was disappointed that Gowda didn't grab her left breast that he left shimmering in the orange light with his saliva dripping from her nipple to lap in an extremely lewd manner.
The way he munched and suckled her breasts were not something that she never experienced in her sex life till that night. Her husband was not much of a lover, Khurram was not willing to take his time, and the only one who cherished her pleasure mounds were Dattu...even if that happened once only, he was skilled in using his mouth to perfect use...
Gowda came close to Dattu, but he was eliciting too much pain, not in a good way.
Despite his salivating mouth clamping and sucking all over her soft meats, his biting method was not something she could enjoy...but the cat-calls, whistles and Gowda's thorough munching made her forget where she was, who she was and how naked she was displaying herself to strangers. She felt an evil craving rising rapidly from her body that was underlying deep inside and all of a sudden, it was answering to the man named Gowda.
Everyone watched the beautiful woman groaning, jolting and spasming hard, visibly disclosing to everyone that she was really enjoying whatever the Driver was doing with his mouth.
Khurram sat with a face that did not express any emotion.
Devki looked at Tanvi with absolute surprise and shocked, as the young woman, despite being thoroughly getting her breasts abused orally, crying from pain but was also moaning with ecstasy.
The workers who looked at her, saw a high class whore shamelessly enjoying sex in public that they never had a chance to witness.
It was carnally fulfilling to everyone gathered, and Khurram remained silent.
"Hmm...mmaa...aah", a moan came out of her in the form of a scream when Gowda finally pulled away from her battered breast with a very loud 'cluck' noise that announced everyone around of how hard he was sucking her.
Some of the men were already up and standing, as if their chance was about to arrive and others had turned their chairs to face her, common factor being, all their cock's being erect and leaking precums...they wanted to take it out to move this to next phase...but, Gowda...the Driver Gowda was not a force they dared to play with.
Tanvi's head dropped back and eyes opened a second later to Gowda letting her free.
Her face turned sideways and stared into the dark man's eyes. She wasn't sure what he was thinking. She couldn't read him. That made her scare more than she already was. The sense of her body's elevation evaporated in a moment.
"Well, that was encouraging", Gowda sat back on the chair with his upper body leaning backwards and gave a dirty smile to the woman whom he just serviced.
Tanvi wasn't sure if she was supposed to be embarrassed, whether she should cover herself back, or...if she was meant for something more...something more dirtier than she just performed...or was made to perform. As she tried to catch her breath, she heard and saw Gowda passing another lewd comment. She was really like a trapped animal, her dignity being stripped away the moment she entered the house of Devki and changed her clothes...but this... what Gowda did to her during past minutes... it was an act that pushed her to take the last fall... she sat like a human without life... shivering in the flickering, orange light of the street lamp.
"Chal, maza aa gaya... bade nakhre dikha rahi thi par kaam toh ekdum kamal kiya tune" (Well, that was fun...you were showing so many tantrums but what you offered was absolutely juicy), Gowda sat back on the chair with his upper body leaning backwards and gave a dirty, yellowed smile to the woman whom he had just used.
Tanvi wasn't sure if she was supposed to be embarrassed, whether she should cover her heavy, exposed breasts back, or... if she was meant for something more... something even dirtier than she had just performed... or was made to perform. Every breath she inhaled felt like filth. As she tried to catch her breathing, she saw Gowda’s eyes tracking the frantic heave of her chest...adding more terror to her, she saw her once pink nipples were now bloated into a larger girth, deep red and the fair skin around carried the purple marks of his teeth!
"Chikni, mujhe lagta hai tujhe thoda dhang sikhana padega. Jab maine pyaar se maanga toh tune nakhre kiye... toh ab thodi 'saza' toh banti hai, kyun?" (Girl, I think, you need to be taught some manners. When I asked nicely, you threw a fit... so now you’ve earned a bit of 'punishment,' right?)
The black toned Driver's questions were something Tanvi couldn't interpret and she mumbled for words.
"Ji... Ji... par... par..." (Yes... Yes... but... but...), her voice broke, half-sobbing with a confusion that tasted like copper in her mouth.
"Pata nahi kya saza?" (You don't know what punishment?), his voice turned hard, vibrating with a low-level, dangerous cruelty.
"Ji... I... I mean..." she was lost, her mind a frantic blur trying to find any sensible reply to stay the coming storm.
"Haraami randi! Maine pucha saza chahiye ki nahi? Kaunsa lund ghusa hai tere dimaakh mein jo meri baat samajh nahi aa rahi?" (Fucking whore! I asked if you need punishment or not? What kind of thing is stuck in your brain that you aren't getting my words?), Gowda shoved her head backwards with two thick, grease-stained fingers.
It was a gesture of pure insult!
Anger!
The only emotion Tanvi felt for a fleeting second was pure, white rage.
Her eyes flickered up to look at Khurram - a permission - just one silent permission - that was all she wanted to slap the Driver.
But...it wasn’t there...Khurram sat like an emotionless person...staring into her tear glazed eyes...he just sat there...like a lifeless human.
Few drops of tears dripped off her eyes at the betrayal!
A slap...yes...that was it. But it did not happen...the weight of the situation forced her down!
Her brain worked at lightning speed to contain that hard emotion behind gritted teeth, her pulse hammering in her throat. She recoiled back to her seated position immediately, her engorged and bitten nipples trembling as she stared back into Gowda's reddened, lust-filled eyes.
"Saali! Mujhe jawab chahiye haraamzaadi!" (Slut! I need a damn fucking answer, you ass of a woman!), Gowda snorted at a terror-filled Tanvi, his face hovering inches from hers.
Everyone was silent, the transformation into a scene of degradation. The worker men continued to take gulp after frantic gulps, their eyes glued to the naked statue of a woman whose exposed, fairy yellow breasts heaved up and down along with her frightened, shallow breaths.
Khurram still remained passive, a shadow against the wall.
Devki’s eyes clearly carried a sick amusement, watching the high-society woman breaking into piece by piece.
And Tanvi, she was the only one at the receiving end of their collective carnal hunger. Her gaze at Gowda’s eyes hardly lasted a few more seconds before he pounded on her again with words full of filthy curses.
"Kutiya! Agar bol nahi sakti, toh fir yahi tera naseeb hai" (Fucking bitch! If you can't reply, then this is your fate), by shouting at her, Gowda reached out and caught her neck from behind, his thick palm tightening as he pulled her sideways and then forward, slamming her upper body down onto his stretched, waiting lap.
Tanvi strutted and struggled to escape from his hold.
Gowda's hands were way too powerful for her to fight against. Even stengthier than Khurram's hold.
The Driver then made her upper body to lean over his two thighs that made her head to hang down, right next to Khurram's thighs and at the same time, his right hand closed over her exposed ass and thighs to plant her properly on his lap...her torso was totally at his mercy and rested on his lap, and her ass thrusted up in air, like a challenge to his face
Tanvi had her thighs down and legs stretched backwards.
A perfect position...for everyone except Tanvi!
She was firm on Gowda's lap!
"Pleeeees...NOOO", Tanvi screamed loud and shouted at Gowda to stop when she finally recognize what the wretched man was referring to when he shouted at her mentioning 'punishment'.
She knew it was going to be bad...really bad...but then...it already got worse. She pushed her hands to the earth below and grudgingly tried wiggling out of his iron grip. She was also acutely aware of the unhindered view that was presented of her absolutely naked back to all onlookers...everyone was given her nakedness to feast themselves.
Her cloth was bunched up at her upper hips, creating a completely nude vision of her lithe body from head to feet...totally naked...to every lust-filled eyes around her.
"Randi ka haath pakdo, Khurram" (Hold her arms, Khurram. This bitch is trying to escape from her punishment, Gowda growled loudly.
Khurram, without any words or emotions, caught both of Tanvi's wrists and brought it up to his lap and held tight.
Now, Tanvi was face down, lying on a wild boar of man's lap, naked to ninety-nine percent, head hanging to ground, ass upturned and ripe to receive his punishment...
All the men were already up, and standing behind her, taking in the hottest real life view they ever witnessed in their poor life...but no one dared to cross the line that Devki drew as they were fully aware of older woman's eyes watching every one of them...making sure they understood what her instructions were. They stood holding their breaths, without making a single noise, not having any confidence to cross the invisible line.
Tanvi at the same time was trying her level best possible to wiggle free.
Gowda angrily glared at her futile attempts to squirm away and snarled loud, his snorts vibrating through the expanse of the open air behind Devki's petrol station.
"Sun-le randi...acchi tarah se sun-le...har baar...har ek baar...jab main tujhse kuch puchu, toh tera jawab fauran nikalna chahiye... samjhi?" (Listen slut! Listen properly... Always... every single time... when I ask you something, your answer must come out immediately... understood?), Gowda leaned close to her downturned head and shouted at Tanvi. His voice rang inside her head like a loudspeaker, deafening her with the raw authority over her.
That order felt lik the last nail to the coffin laid by Khurram.
"YESSS... I DO... PLEEEEESE... I DOO!!!", Tanvi shrieked, her voice cracking as she begged for Gowda to stop what he was about to do, her dignity long since dissolved into pure, animalistic terror.
"Ekdum sahi bola, saali! Ye hui na baat!" (That's right, slut! That's the absolutely right answer!), Gowda growled again, but this time his voice was far away from her head, moving toward the target he had already marked.
Tanvi couldn’t turn her head because her hands were held firm by Khurram, pinning her down like a sacrifice...
As Gowda held her upper back by her shoulders, it stopped her from moving an inch, her body paralyzed except for her legs, which fluttered like a desperate swimmer trying to find a space to escape... but she couldn't...
A moment of agonizing pause followed...
Then...everyone heard...a loud crack!
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