Misc. Erotica The Forbidden Island (Completed)

[Joker44]

Agle din subah se hi jungle ki hawa mein ek alag hi bhari pan aur sannata tha.

Vikram ne shuruat mein Priya ko hut ke andar hi rehne ki sakt hidayat di thi, lekin dopahar ke waqt un dono ko ehsaas hua ki sirf hut mein baithe rehne se kaam nahi chalega. Unka taaza paani (fresh water) khatam hone ko tha, aur bina khane aur paani ke woh aage survive nahi kar sakte the. Isliye Vikram ne faisla kiya ki woh dono ek baar phir jungle ki taraf nikalenge, lekin is baar alert level pehle se kahin zyada tha.
Vikram ke ek haath mein uska heavy wooden spear tightly pakda hua tha. Uska har ek kadam behad aahista aur napa-tula tha. Woh har das-barah kadam chalne ke baad rukta, apne kaan jungle ki aawaazon par tikata, hawa ka rukh maapta aur zameen par pairo ke nishan check karta.
Priya uske bilkul piche-piche chal rahi thi. Uske dil ki dhadkan itni tez thi ki uske seene mein jhatke lag rahe the. Kal Vikram ne jo aadiwasi clan ke baare mein bataya tha—woh sari baatein uske dimaag mein aag ki tarah ghoom rahi thin.
Woh Vikram ke broad, muscular back ko dekh rahi thi. Jab Vikram aage badhta, toh uske shoulders aur waist ke muscles kisi trained jungle predator ki tarah rhythmic movement karte the. Ek minute ke liye Priya ke dimaag mein phir se wahi unwanted, ajeeb sa khayal aaya ki yeh aadmi kitna solid aur powerful hai... Lekin darr itna zyada tha ki usne turant is khayal ko apne andar daba diya.
Thodi der ghane pedon ke beech chalne ke baad, Vikram achanak ruk gaya. Usne peeche mud kar apna haath Priya ke honton par rakha. Vikram ke haath ki skin behad rough aur garam thi. Usne Priya ki aankhon mein dekhte hue bilkul chup rehne ka ishara kiya.
Unhone ek vishalkay, ghane ped ke motay tana (trunk) ke piche khud ko chhupa liya.
Thodi door, jungle ke ek chhotay se khule hisse (clearing) mein... kuch log khade the.
Priya ki saans atak gayi. Uska poora jism ekdam thanda pad gaya.
Wahan kul saat-aath log the—paanch mard aur do-teen auratein. Un sabhi ke jism par jungle se banaye hue rough kapde the—kuch pedon ke bade patte, kuch sookhi chhaal (bark), aur kuch janglee janwaron ki rough skin.
Mardon ke bare chest par kai purane scars, cuts aur ajeeb se tattooed marks bane hue the. Unke kaale baal lambe, uljhe hue aur gande the, aur unke chehre behad harsh, bina kisi reham ke dikhte the. Auratein bhi waisi hi rough thin, lekin unme se ek thodi younger lag rahi thi, jiske shoulders par bhi vahi aadiwasi marks the.
Woh log aapas mein ek bohot hi ajeeb, garajti hui aawaaz mein baat kar rahe the. Unki bhasha kisi bhi modern language se bilkul alag thi. Kabhi-kabhi unke muh se ek-do broken, purane zamaane ke words nikalte the—jaise *"sea"* ya *"wo-man"*—lekin baaki saari bhasha bilkul ajnabi aur khaufnak thi.
Vikram dhere se aur aage jhuka. Usne apna muh Priya ke kaan ke bilkul paas laya. Vikram ki garam saans Priya ke gale aur kaan par padi, jis se Priya ke jism mein ek halki si shiver daud gayi.
"Yahi hain..." Vikram ne behad dhiemi, sarsarahat bhari aawaaz mein kaha. "Deep jungle ke log. Maine itne saalon baad pehli baar unhe itne paas se dekha hai."
Priya ka poora jism darr se thar-thar kaamp raha tha. Usne un mardon ko ghoora. Unme se ek mard khas taur par bohot bada aur heavy build ka tha—uske chest par teen gehre scars the. Woh baar-baar jungle ke is coastal hisse ki taraf apni gehri aankhon se ghoor raha tha, jaise kisi shikaar ki khushbu ko soongh raha ho.
Vikram ne Priya ke kaan mein bolna continue rakha, uski aawaaz behad low aur gambhir thi:
"Maine saalon pehle unke purane hunting camps aur markings se unke baare mein samjha tha. Yeh log generations se is island par hain. Bahar ki duniya se unka koi talluq nahi hai. Unka apna ek qanoon hai... Aur sabse khatarnak baat pata hai kya hai?"
Priya ne kaampte hue sar utha kar Vikram ko dekha. Uske darr se phate hue chehre par sawal tha.
Vikram ne dhere se aage kaha, "Unke qanoon ke hisaab se... agar samundar se koi bahar ki healthy aurat beh kar aaye, toh woh use *'Gift from the Sea'* maante hain. Unke hisaab se aisi aurat ko unke clan ka sabse powerful mard claim karta hai... taaki unki bloodline strong ho sake. Unki auratein bhi is par koi objection nahi karti. Yeh unka peete se chala aa raha riwaaj hai."
Priya ki aankhen khauf se phat gayin. Usne darr ke maare apne dono haathon se apne phate hue kapdon ko aur tightly apne heavy breasts ke upar lapet liya.
"Matlab... agar... agar unhone mujhe dekh liya toh..." Priya ki aawaaz rone wali ho gayi.
"Isliye main keh raha hoon ki unke saamne galti se bhi mat aana," Vikram ne kaha. Uski aawaaz mein ek behad sakht aur hard edge thi. "Woh ab is taraf move kar rahe hain. Unhe shayad andaaza ho gaya hai ki samundar se koi naya insaan island par aaya hai."
Clearing mein khade woh log thodi der aur ruke. Unme se us bade mard ne zameen par ek sharp stone se kuch symbols banaye, aur phir sab mil kar deep jungle ki ghani jhadion mein ghaib ho gaye.
Jab tak unke qadmon ki aawaaz aur unki garajti hui aawaaz poori tarah khatam nahi ho gayi, Vikram ne Priya ko ek inch bhi hilne nahi diya. Usne apna haath Priya ke shoulder par kas ke rakha hua tha.
Wapas hut ki taraf jaate waqt dono ke beech ek behad gehra sannaata tha.
Vikram ab aage chalne ke bajaye Priya ke bilkul bagal mein chal raha tha. Ghani jhadion aur pattharon se guzarte waqt, Vikram ka haath baar-baar Priya ki waist aur uski back par aa jata tha—use sambhalne aur aage push karne ke liye.
Vikram ke haath ka woh rough, strong touch Priya ko is khaufnak mahol mein ek zabardast safety feel karwa raha tha. Priya ko lag raha tha ki agar Vikram uske sath na hota, toh woh ab tak un logon ke hath lag chuki hoti. Vikram ki yeh protective nature Priya ke andar ek ajeeb sa aakarshan paida kar rahi thi...
*'Kitna strong aadmi hai yeh... mere liye apni jaan khatre mein daal raha hai,'* Priya ne socha. Raj ne toh hamesha use comfort mein rakha tha, par kabhi aise kisi khatre se nahi bachaya tha. Lekin agle hi pal Priya ne khud ko daanta aur apne dimaag se is khayal ko jhatak diya.
Hut pahunchte hi Vikram ne uske entrance ko aur bade patton aur bamboo se cover kar diya taaki bahar se koi andar na dekh sake. Usne apne wooden spear ko ekdam apne paas rakha.
"Aaj raat se main bilkul nahi soyunga," Vikram ne aag ke paas baithte hue kaha. "Tum so jao. Lekin agar jungle mein koi ajeeb aawaaz, ya koi pairo ki aahat aaye, toh turant mujhe jagana."
Priya ne aag ki laal roshni mein Vikram ke chehre ko dekha. Uski serious, rugged jawline, uska broad chest aur uski woh intense kaali aankhen... yeh sab Priya ko overwhelm kar raha tha. Darr ke beech ek behad halki, unwanted aanch phir se uske jism mein daud gayi.
"Main... main theek hoon," Priya ne behad kaampthi aawaaz mein kaha. "Tumne... tumne aaj mujhe phir se bachaya, Vikram. Thank you."
Vikram ne bas ek halka sa nod kiya. "Abhi tak toh bach gaye hain. Lekin kal se hume aur bhi zyada alert rehna padega."
Raat ko jab Priya apne dried leaves ke bed par leti, toh uske dimaag mein baar-baar un aadiwasi mardon ke rough chehre aur Vikram ke woh lafz ghoom rahe the—*'Gift from the Sea'*.
Usne dhere se bagal mein rakha hua walkie-talkie uthaya aur switch on kiya.
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
"Arjun... mera bacha. Mumma bilkul safe hai," usne device ko apne honton ke paas laakar rone jaisi aawaaz mein kaha. "Lekin yahan... yahan kuch behad dangerous log hain. Vikram... woh... woh mujhe unse protect kar raha hai. Tum tension mat lena beta... main kisi bhi tarah wapas aane ki koshish karungi. I love you Arjun..."
Device par har baar ki tarah sirf static noise bajti rahi—*ssshhhhh...* Usne device ko apne heavy breasts ke beech seene se daba liya aur apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Hut ke entrance par, Vikram apna spear haath mein liye andhere mein baitha hua tha. Usne decide kar liya tha ki ab se woh Priya ko ek second ke liye bhi apni nazron se door nahi hone dega.
Deep jungle ke woh khaufnak log ab qareeb aa chuke the...
Aur unki nazron mein Priya ab sirf ek aurat nahi... ek *'Gift'* thi jise woh claim karna chahte the.




Subah ka waqt tha, lekin jungle ki fiza mein ek ajeeb si bhari, khaufnak khamoshi thahri hui thi.
Vikram ne shuruat mein hi yeh decide kiya tha ki aaj woh deep jungle ki taraf bilkul nahi jaayenge, balki sirf is coastal side ke aas-paas hi rahenge. Ek chhotay se jharna se taaza paani collect karke jitna ho sake jaldi wapas apne secure hut mein laut aayenge.
Priya Vikram ke bilkul qareeb-qareeb chal rahi thi—dono ke shoulders baar-baar ek doosre se takraa rahe the. Dono ke beech ab baat-cheet poori tarah se band ho chuki thi. Tension itni teekhi aur gehri thi ki muh se extra words nikal hi nahi rahe the. Vikram ka haath hamesha apne us wooden spear ki grip par tha, aur uski kaali, chaukanna aankhen har ek jhadhi aur har ek ped ki aat ko scan kar rahi thin.
Woh dono jungle ke ek chhote se open area mein pahunche jahan se pattharon ke beech se beh rahi paani ki stream nazar aa rahi thi. Vikram ne haath utha kar Priya ko signal diya ki woh ek bade ped ke piche hi ruk jaye. Woh khud aage badha, stream aur aas-paas ke ilaqe ko check karne ke liye.
Lekin tabhi... woh bhayanak haadsa ho gaya.
Ek second pehle tak jungle mein kuch nahi tha—sirf patton ki sarsarahat thi. Lekin agle hi second, pedon aur ghani jhadion ke piche se tezi se paanch aadiwasi mard nikal aaye.
Woh pehle se hi ghaat lagaye baithe the. Unhone Vikram ko chaaro taraf se bilkul chupke se gher liya tha. Vikram ne ek split second mein react kiya, apna spear ghumaya aur pehle aadiwasi mard ke shoulder par zordar vaar kiya. Aadiwasi kaandha pakad kar peeche gira, lekin unki ginti zyada thi.
Doosre aadiwasi ne piche se aakar Vikram ki kamar par zordar dhakka diya. Teesre ne jhapat kar uska spear wala haath pakad liya. Vikram ne apni poori taqat se ladne ki koshish ki—ek ke chehre par aisa zordar punch maara ki woh khoon ultata hua gira, doosre ko apni taang se dhakel diya—lekin woh outnumbered tha. Ek behad heavy aur scarred aadiwasi ne piche se aakar ek bhaari, sharp patthar se Vikram ke sar ke piche hit kar diya.
*THUD!*
Vikram ke sar se khoon ki dhaar nikal padi. Woh ek second ke liye dizzy ho kar ghutnon ke bal gir pada. Isse pehle ki woh sambhal pata, do-teen mardon ne use zameen par dabaya aur jungle ki moti, lakdi jaisi majboot vines (belon) se uske dono haathon ko piche kas kar baandh diya. Uska wooden spear door jhadion mein phenk diya gaya.
"VIKRAM!" Priya ne apni poori jaan laga kar cheekha. Uski saans ghootne lagi.
Woh turn le kar wapas hut ki taraf bhaagne ki koshish karti, lekin do aadiwasi mardon ne jhapat kar use turant dono taraf se pakad liya. Unke haath behad rough, kaale aur chipchipe the, aur unke jism se janglee janwaron aur pasine ki behad gandi smell aa rahi thi.
Priya ne unki grip se nikalne ke liye poori taqat se struggle kiya—apne legs chalaye, unke haathon par nails se scratch kiya, cheekhi-chillayi: "Chhodo mujhe! Chhodo! Help!" Lekin un aadiwasi mardon ki grip kisi iron clamp jaisi tight thi. Unhone Priya ko ghaseet te hue clearing ke beech mein la kar khada kar diya.
Vikram ko bhi ghaseet te hue ussi clearing mein laaya gaya. Uske muh aur forehead se red khoon beh kar uske bare chest par gir raha tha, lekin uski aankhen abhi bhi pure gusse aur aag se jal rahi thin. Woh apni peeth par bandhi vines ko todne ke liye apne shoulders ke muscles ko phula raha tha, lekin belen behad majboot thin.
Island ke woh aadiwasi mard ab un dono ke aas-paas ek ghera bana kar khade ho gaye. Unki apni bhasha mein tezi se garajti hui baat-cheet shuru ho gayi.
Unme se jo sabse bada, 6 feet se uncha aur teen gehre scars wala aadiwasi tha—jo unka leader lag raha tha—woh aage badha. Usne apni gehri, bhookhi aankhon se Priya ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske chehre par ek clear, behad gandi aur bhukhi hawas thi.
Usne apne gande, kaale haath se Priya ki us phati hui yellow sundress ke front kapde ko pakda aur use neeche ki taraf thoda sa khainch diya.
*RIP!*
"Nahi! Chhodo!" Priya ne chillate hue apne dono haathon se kapde ko bachane ki koshish ki, lekin uske haath baaki do mardon ne tightly pakad rakhe the.
Ek aur aadiwasi mard ne aage badh kar Priya ke lambe kaale baalon ko piche se kas ke pakda aur uska chehra upar ki taraf utha diya. Un me se kisi ne muh se ek aisi aawaaz nikali jo ek behad ghinooni, janwar jaisi hansi thi.
Un sabhi ki bhookhi nazrein Priya ke bhari-bhari D-cup breasts par, uski patli kamar par, uski smooth, gori thighs aur uske soft mature body par tikti ja rahi thin. Unhone yeh saaf dekh liya tha ki yeh aurat unke clan ki rough aur sookhi auraton se bilkul alag hai—behad khoobsurat, 42 ki umar mein bhi ekdum ripe, soft, voluptuous aur fertile looking.
Vikram ne zameen par tadapte hue apni poori jaan se cheekha: "CHHODO USE! HATH MAT LAGANA USE! MAIN TUMHE MAAR DAALUNGA!"
Lekin un aadiwasiyon ne Vikram ki aawaaz ko poori tarah ignore kiya. Leader ne aakar Vikram ke chehre par ek zordar, nange pair ka kick maara taaki woh chup ho jaye. Vikram ke muh se phir se khoon nikla, lekin usne un par se apni aag ugalati nazrein nahi hatayin.
Priya ko clearing ke beechon-beech nanga karne ke kagar par khada kar diya gaya tha. Uske dono haath do mardon ne side mein tightly pakad rakhe the. Uske pair darr se thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Uski aankhon se jhar-jhar garma-garam aansu beh kar uske cheeks aur chest par phisal rahe the. Woh bebas hokar Vikram ki taraf dekh rahi thi—uska strong hero ab belon mein bandha hua tha, par uski aankhen abhi bhi use bachane ki aakhri koshish kar rahi thin.
Bada leader aadiwasi aage aaya. Usne apni garajti bhasha mein kuch kaha, aur phir apna behad rough, kaala haath aage badha kar Priya ke bare shoulder ko touch kiya. Uske gande haath ki ungliyan dhere-dheere neeche ki taraf phisali—Priya ke collarbone se hoti hui, uske heavy left breast ke upper Curve par aayi.
Priya ka poora jism ek teekhi sarsarahat aur ghin se kaamp utha. Usne jhatke se peeche hatne ki koshish ki, par piche khade mardon ne uski kamar ko dabocha hua tha.
"Ah! Chi! Door hato!" Priya ne cheekhte hue apna sar idhar-udhar mara.
Leader ne ek ghinooni smile di aur Priya ke kapde ko zordar jhatke se aur neeche kheench diya.
*RIIIPPP!*
Sundress ka baaqi bacha hua upper fabric poori tarah se phat kar neeche gir gaya. Priya ka upper body ab bilkul nanga ho chuka tha. Unke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts, unke nipples jo thand aur darr se ekdum tight aur erect ho chuke the, aur unka flat, gora pet ab khule aasmaan ke neeche un aadiwasiyon ke samne expose ho gaya.
"AHHHH! NAHI! PLEASE!" Priya ne bebas hokar apna sar neeche jhuka kar apne breasts ko chhupane ki koshish ki, lekin baal piche se khinche hue hone ki wajah se woh hil nahi saki.
Un aadiwasi mardon ne jab Priya ke un gore, heavy aur rasile breasts ko apni aakhon ke samne dekha, toh unki aankhon mein ek behad dark, aag jaisi excitement daud gayi. Unke muh se laar tapakne lagi. Unke liye yeh 42 saal ki mature aurat kisi janglee apsara jaisi thi.
Unhone aapas mein tezi se kuch discuss kiya. Unke haath ke ishaaron se bilkul saaf tha—yeh aurat unke liye samundar se aaya hua ek behad keemti *'Gift'* thi. Aur ab woh usse claim karne wale the... ek-ek karke, uske jism ki har ek inch ko aadiwasi tareeqe se bhogne ke liye.
Priya ne pure darr aur rone ke beech cheekhte hue kaha: "Nahi... please... mat karo aisa... main... main kisi ki biwi hoon... mera 19 saal ka beta hai... Raj! Arjun! Mujhe bachao!"
Lekin un aadiwasiyon ke liye uski Hindi bhasha aur uske aansu sirf ek shikaar ki cheekhein thin. Leader ne aage badh kar apne dono haathon mein Priya ke un heavy D-cup breasts ko dabocha aur unhe behad rough tarike se squeeze karne laga.
"Ahhhh! Vikram!" Priya ne dard aur sharm se cheekhte hue apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Vikram piche zameen par pure paagalpan se un belon ko todne ki koshish kar raha tha. Uske shoulders ke muscles phatne ki kagar par aa gaye, uski skin se khoon behne laga, lekin woh majboot vines nahi tooti. Woh sirf apni biwi jaisi sharan mein aayi aurat ko un aadiwasiyon ke haathon mein behurmat hote hue dekh sakta tha.
Clearing mein hawas, darr aur dard ki tension apne peak par pahunch chuki thi.
Aadiwasiyon ne Priya ke lower dress ko bhi phaadne ke liye haath aage badha diye the.
Priya poori tarah se unke reham-o-karam par thi...
Aur Vikram... sirf bebas hokar apni aankhon se aag ugal raha tha.



Clearing mein hawa itni bhaari aur zehrili ho chuki thi ki saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Priya ko us geeli, patthreli zameen par zordar dhakka de kar neeche gira diya gaya. Uski peeth mein mitti, sookhe patte aur sharp kankar chubh rahe the. Isse pehle ki woh uthne ki koshish karti, do bhari-bhakam aadiwasi mardon ne uske dono haathon ko uske sar ke upar zameen par kas ke dabocha aur apni poori taqat se kheencha. Teesre aadiwasi ne jhapat kar Priya ke dono pairon ko pakda aur unhe door tak faila kar apne ghutnon se zameen par daab diya.
Priya apne jism ke har ek hisse se struggle kar rahi thi. Usne apni thighs ko hilane ki koshish ki, apna sar idhar-udhar mara, lekin un teen aadiwasi mardon ki grip kisi lohe ke shikanje jaisi thi. Unke jism se aati pasine aur raw meat ki gandi smell Priya ke nakhunon tak bhar gayi thi.
Unka leader—woh 6 feet se uncha, scarred mard—aage badha. Usne apne ghutnon ke bal jhuk kar Priya ke jism ke upar aakar position li. Usne apna ghona, rough chehra neeche kiya aur Priya ke honton par apna muh zabardasti daal diya.
"Mmmmm!" Priya ne ghin aur darr se apna muh band karne ki koshish ki, lekin leader ne apne gande daanton se uske honton ko dabaya aur apni moti, gandi tongue se uske muh ke andar ghusne laga.
Priya ke andar gusse aur nafrat ka ek sailaab utha. Usne apni poori taqat se leader ke muh ke andar hi apna saara thook (spit) jama karke uske lips aur beard par zordar thook diya.
Leader ne jhatke se apna sar peeche khaincha. Uski daadhi aur honton par Priya ka thook lapat raha tha. Ek second ke liye clearing mein sannaata chha gaya. Lekin woh leader gusse mein aane ke bajaye behad vishaili, ghinooni hansi hasne laga. Usne apni lambi tongue bahar nikali aur apne hi honton se Priya ke us thook ko chat kar andar nigal gaya—jaise use is behurmati mein bhi ek alag hi nasha mil raha ho.
Baaki aadiwasi mard bhi yeh dekh kar zor-zor se hane lage. Unme se ek ne jhuk kar Priya ke gore gale par apni tongue ferayi, uske jism ke namkeen taste ko lete hue. Unke muh se ek ajeeb garajti hui aawaaz nikli: *"Aah... sweet... woman..."*
Priya ka upper body toh pehle hi phat kar poori tarah nanga ho chuka tha. Unke dono heavy D-cup breasts khule aasmaan ke neeche pehle hi aadiwasiyon ki nazron ke saamne lapat rahe the. Leader ne apne dono rough, kaale haathon mein Priya ke un heavy breasts ko dabocha. Usne unhe behad rough tarike se squeeze kiya, aur phir apna muh neeche karke Priya ke left nipple ko apne daanton ke beech daba kar zordar chusa.
"AHHHH! NAHI!" Priya dard se cheekh uthi. Uska jism zameen par jhatke khane laga.
Leader ne bilkul daya nahi dikhayi. Usne daant se nipple ko halka sa kaata aur phir right breast par shift ho kar doosre nipple ko bhi behad shiddat se choosa aur kaata. Uske thook se Priya ke dono erect nipples aur unke aaspas ki gori skin chamakne lagi thi.
Baaki aadiwasi mard bhi ab Priya ke nange jism par apne haath ferne lage—kisi ka rough haath uski patli waist par tha, kisi ki gandi ungliyan uske flat pet par ghis rahi thin, aur koi uski gori thighs ko daba raha tha.
Tabhi... leader ne apni kamar se woh jute ka kapda khainch kar phenk diya.
Uska lund bahar nikal aaya. Woh behad lamba, gehre kaale-taambayi rang ka tha, nali ki tarah ekdum seedha, thick aur veins se bhara hua—kisi kaale saanp jaisa khaufnak.
Priya ki nazar jab us aadiwasi ke us vishalkay erection par padi, toh uski aankhen khauf se phat kar bahar aane ko ho gayin. Usne apni poori zindagi mein itna lamba aur thick lund nahi dekha tha—Raj ka size iska adha bhi nahi tha. Priya ke muh se ek behad darr bhari, ghoot thhi hui cheekh nikal gayi.
Leader ne ek vishaili smile di. Usne aage badh kar Priya ke lower body par bache hue us aakhri kapde ko dono haathon se pakda aur ek hi zordar jhatke mein faad kar alag kar diya.
*RIIIPPP!*
Priya ab bilkul, poori tarah se nangi thi. Uska 42 saal ka mature, gora aur rasila jism us patthreli zameen par poori tarah khula pada hua tha. Uski pink chut bilkul clear dikh rahi thi, jiske upar halki kaali pubic hairs ka ek soft patch tha.
Leader ne jaise hi Priya ki us saaf, gori aur soft chut ko dekha, uski aankhon mein hawas ka ek naya toofaan uth khada hua. Usne apna rough haath aage badha kar Priya ke pubic hairs par feri, aur phir apni ungli se uski chut ke lips ko touch karte hue neeche ki taraf slide kiya.
Priya ne apni poori jaan laga kar apne legs ko band karne ki koshish ki, lekin dono side khade aadiwasiyon ne uski thighs par apne ghutne rakh kar use aur zordar tarike se phaila diya.
*Hahahaha!* Aadiwasiyon ki ghinooni hansi jungle mein gunj rahi thi.
Leader ne apni ungli se Priya ki wet wetness ko touch kiya, aur phir apne us lambe, kaale lund ko pakad kar Priya ki pink chut ke entrance par set kiya. Woh ghutnon ke bal baith kar position le chuka tha. Uski kamar thodi piche hui... uska lund Priya ki wet entrance par phisal raha tha.
Woh bas ek zordar thrust marne hi wala tha—apne us vishalkay lund ko Priya ke andar poora utaarne ke liye.
Priya ne pure darr se apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Uski aawaaz gale mein phans chuki thi. Uska poora jism thar-thar kaamp raha tha.
"Nahi... nahi... God please... mat karo... please...!" Priya bas badbada sakti thi, uske hont kaamp rahe the.
Piche zameen par, Vikram bilkul paagal ho chuka tha. Uske shoulders ke muscles phat chuke the, uski skin se khoon ki dhaar beh kar zameen par gir rahi thi. Uske muh se aadiwasiyon ke liye behad bhayanak gaaliyan nikal rahi thin. Usne apni poori zindagi ki aakhri taqat un majboot vines par laga di thi. Uski aankhen sirf Priya par thin—ska nanga, gora jism, uski phati hui chut, aur woh lamba kaala lund jo uske bilkul andar jaane wala tha.
Leader ne apne hips ko set kiya.
Priya ki chut ke entrance par uska lund bilkul ready tha.
Usne ek gehri saans li aur apna poora vazan aage phekne ke liye kamar ko piche khaincha.
Ek second... bas ek second aur... aur Priya Sharma hamesha ke liye un aadiwasiyon ki rani aur khilona ban jaati.


Leader ne apne hips ko set karke jaise hi aage thrust mara, uske us vishalkay kaale lund ka head Priya ki wet, kaampthi hui pink chut ke entrance ko cheerte hue halka sa andar enter kar gaya.
"AHHHH!" Priya ki aankhen darr aur dehshat se phat kar bahar aane ko ho gayin. Usne apni poori zindagi mein itna gehra aur teekha stretch feel nahi kiya tha. Uske hont phat gaye, aur uski aankhon ke samne andhera chha gaya. Leader ek vishaili smile ke sath poora load andar utaarne hi wala tha ki...
*CRACK!*
Peeche se ek behad bhayanak, jaanlewa aawaaz aayi.
Vikram ne apni aakhri mardana taqat aur pagalpan ke sath un majboot vines ko jhatke se faad diya tha. Uske dono wrists ki skin phat chuki thi, khoon ki dhaar nikal rahi thi, lekin usne ek second ki bhi deri kiye bina zameen se ek bada, nuktela patthar uthaya aur apne sabse paas khade aadiwasi ke sar par poori taqat se de mara.
*THWACK!*
Insaan ki khopdi tootne ki aawaaz aayi. Woh aadiwasi mard bina koi cheekh nikale wahi zameen par dher ho gaya.
Doosre aadiwasi ne jhapatne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram gusse mein ek bhookhe sher jaisa ho chuka tha. Usne zameen par pade hue spear ko uthaya aur ek hi zordar vaar se use aadiwasi ke pet ke aar-paar kar diya. Aadiwasi khoon ki ulti karta hua piche gira. Clearing mein sudden chaos aur cheekh-pukaar phail gayi.
"PRIYA!" Vikram ne apni poori jaan laga kar cheekha.
Leader abhi Priya ke upar se uthne hi wala tha ki Vikram ne ek janglee janwar ki tarah us par jump kar diya. Dono patthreli zameen par gire. Vikram ne leader ke gale ko apne dono khoon se lathe haathon se dabocha aur uske chehre par zordar punches ki baarish kar di.
*BAM! BAM! BAM!*
Leader ka naak aur muh phat gaya, daant toot kar bahar gire. Leader ne struggle kiya, par Vikram ka gussa ab insani sarhadon se bahar tha. Usne leader ko ek taraf patak kar phenk diya.
Priya ab bhi ground par poori tarah nangi, thar-thar kaampthi hui shock mein padi hui thi. Uski chut ke entrance par abhi bhi us aadiwasi ke wetness aur khoon ka ehsaas tha. Vikram ne turant uske paas ja kar use apni baahon mein utha liya. Usne apne bare, broad body se Priya ke nange jism ko cover kiya aur zameen se ek faata hua jute ka kapda utha kar uske upar daal diya.
"Chal! Abhi! Yahan se nikalna hoga!" Vikram ki aawaaz mein koi narmi nahi thi—sirf ek jung jeetne wale shikaari ki tezi thi.
Woh dono jungle ke raste par behad tezi se bhaagne lage. Peeche se bache hue aadiwasi mard apni garajti bhasha mein chillate hue unke piche pad gaye the. Ghane jungle ke beech se daudna behad khaufnak tha—pedon ki branches unke chehre par maar rahi thin, zameen par moist patton se pair fisal rahe the.
Daudte hue ek jagah Priya ka pair ek zameen se bahar nikli hui sharp, nukteli lakdi par pad gaya.
*RIP!*
Uske right thigh ki skin phat gayi aur ek gehra cut lag gaya. Garam khoon ki dhaar uski gori thigh se beh kar zameen par girne lagi. Priya ke muh se ek teekhi cheekh nikli, uski aankhon mein dard se paani aa gaya, lekin usne Vikram ka haath nahi chhodaa. Woh dard mein lachakthi hui bhi Vikram ke sath bhaagti rahi.
Vikram ne peeche mud kar dekha. Ek aadiwasi ne door se apna wooden spear unki taraf phek kar mara.
*STAB!*
Spear ka sharp stone Vikram ke left shoulder mein ghus gaya. Vikram ke muh se ek gehri karah nikli. Usne apne daant pise, bina ek second ruke, apne hi haath se us spear ko apne shoulder se khainch kar bahar nikal diya. Khoon ka phuwara nikla, par Vikram ne apni speed kam nahi ki.
"Shore... jaldi! Kinaare ki taraf!" Vikram ne haafte hue Priya ko hidayat di.
Woh dono aakhir kar jungle ko cheerte hue khule beach par nikal aaye. Saamne neela, khula samundar tha. Peeche jungle se aadiwasiyon ke chillane aur paas aane ki aawaazein aa rahi thin.
Vikram ne turant beach par apni nazar daudayi. Thodi door, samundar ke paani mein kuch purane broken wooden logs, plywood ki sheets aur ek adhy-toota hua raft jaisa structure paani par tair raha tha—shayad kisi purane jahaz ya boat ka wreckage tha.
Vikram ne Priya ko khainchte hue paani mein chhalaang lagayi aur use us wooden debris ke upar chadhaya. "Is par baitho! Jaldi!"
Priya dard aur darr se kaamp rahi thi, par usne kisi tarah us wooden raft par baith kar khud ko sambhala. Vikram ne apne dono haathon se us wooden raft ko gehre paani mein dhakelna shuru kiya. Uske shoulder se khoon beh kar samundar ke paani mein mil raha tha, aur Priya ke thigh se bhi khoon beh raha tha.
Vikram ne khud bhi us raft par jump kiya aur apne dono haathon ko chappu ki tarah use karke paani ko piche dhakelna shuru kiya.
Aadiwasi beach par pahunch chuke the. Unhone gusse mein cheekha, kuch ne patthar aur lakdiya phenki, lekin current ki wajah se raft ab dhere-dheere shore se door gehre paani mein phisal raha tha. Unka leader bhi wahan khada tha—muh se khoon beh raha tha, aur woh gusse mein apni bhasha mein ghor chillata raha. Lekin paani mein unke paas koi boat nahi thi.
Vikram haathon se paani ko dhakelta raha, jab tak ki woh island unki nazron se chhota nahi ho gaya.
Priya uske bagal mein ghutnon ke bal baithi hui thar-thar kaamp rahi thi. Uske nange jism par sirf ek faata hua jute ka kapda tha, thigh se khoon beh raha tha, aur uski aankhon mein abhi bhi woh khaufnak scene ghoom raha tha—un aadiwasiyon ke gande haath, unki hansi, aur us leader ka lamba, kaala lund jo uski chut ke andar enter kar chuka tha.
Vikram ne apne bleeding shoulder ko dabocha aur haafte hue kaha, "Ab... ab hum safe hain, Priya. Un shaitanons se door hain."
Priya ke muh se koi lafz nahi nikla. Usne bas aage badh kar Vikram ke us khoon se lathe, mazboot arm ko apne dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya aur apna sar uske shoulder par tika kar apni aankhen band kar lin.
Woh wooden raft ab open sea ke azaad bahaav mein dhere-dheere tair raha tha.
Peeche woh pehla, bhayanak island ab chhota hota ja raha tha...
Aur aage... anjaan, khula samundar tha.
Lekin is khaufnak toofaan mein, Vikram ne use ek baar phir maut aur behurmati se bacha liya tha.




Raat ke gehre saaye ab samundar par poori tarah phail chuke the. Open sea par wooden raft dheere-dheere lehron ke sath tair raha tha.
Suraj ab doob chuka tha, aasmaan par laal, peeli aur aag jaisi narangi rangat bikhri hui thi. Lekin un dono mein se kisi ka dhyan bhi us aasmaan ki khoobsurati par nahi tha. Vikram ke left shoulder se abhi bhi khoon ki dhaar ruk-ruk kar nikal rahi thi. Usne apne purane jute ke kapde ke ek hisse se us wound ko kas ke dabaya hua tha, lekin teekhi jalan aur dard behad tez tha. Har baar jab woh apne haath se samundar ke paani ko piche dhakelta, toh uske shoulder ke muscles mein aag si lag jaati.
Priya uske bilkul bagal mein, wooden raft par ghutnon ke bal baithi thar-thar kaamp rahi thi. Uske right thigh par laga woh gehra cut abhi bhi garam khoon rasta raha tha.
Uska faata hua kapda uske 42 saal ke voluptuous jism ko dhakne ke liye behad chhota tha. Hawa ke har ek jhonke ke sath woh kapda phisal jata, jis se uske heavy D-cup breasts, unke aaspas ka gora area aur uski wet chut ka upper patch baar-baar expose ho raha tha.
Vikram ki kaali, gehri aankhen jab bhi paani ko dhakelte hue Priya ke us nange jism par padti, toh uske andar saalon se soya hua ek mardana nasha aur garmi jag uthti.
Vikram ko achanak wahi scene yaad aaya—jab pehle island par us aadiwasi leader ne Priya ke legs ko faila kar apne us lambe kaale lund ka head Priya ki pink chut ke andar thoda sa daal diya tha. Us pal ko yaad karte hi Vikram ke dimaag mein khoon ki ek teekhi lehr daud gayi. Us waqt uske andar jo aag aur gussa utha tha, woh sirf Priya ko bachane ka nahi tha... balki uske andar ka mard is baat par paagal ho utha tha ki *'Yeh khoobsurat, rasili aurat meri hai... Is par pehla haq mera hai! Yeh aadiwasi ise kaise chhu sakta hai?!'* Vikram ke andar ka woh sooya hua janwar ab jaag chuka tha, aur uski nazrein Priya ke un haseen curves ko bhookhi tarah ghoor rahi thin.
Lekin Priya abhi bhi behad deep shock aur khauf mein thi. Uski aankhon mein abhi bhi wahi khaufnak manzar ghoom raha tha—leader ka lamba kaala lund, un aadiwasi mardon ke gande haath, unki jaanwar jaisi hansi, uske erect nipples par unke daant, aur unki ungliyan jo uski chut ko dabocha rahi thin. Uski rooh abhi bhi kaamp rahi thi.
Vikram ne paani dhakelna thoda sa rooka aur Priya ki taraf muda. "Priya... meri taraf dekho."
Usne apne ek rough, khoon se lathe haath se Priya ke chin ko pakda aur uska chehra upar uthaya. "Ab woh shaitan yahan nahi hain. Hum unse bohot door aa chuke hain. Samajh rahi ho na tum?"
Priya ne apna sar haan mein hilaane ki koshish ki, lekin uski badi-badi aankhon se garma-garam aansuon ki dhaar beh nikli. "Woh... woh mujhe... unhone mera kapda faad diya... main... main socha main mar gayi... main kabhi unhe nahi bhool paungi, Vikram..."
Uski aawaaz rone ke maare toot rahi thi. Vikram ne aage badh kar use apne seene se lagane ke liye apni taraf khainch liya.
Priya ne shuruat mein behad halka sa resist kiya—uske andar ka guilt keh raha tha ki yeh aadmi uska pati Raj nahi hai. Lekin agle hi second, darr aur akelepan ke khauf ne uske guilt ko daba diya. Woh Vikram ke solid, bare chest se chipak gayi. Vikram ke jism se aati garam heat uske nange body ko sukoon dene lagi. Usne apne dono haathon ko Vikram ki peeth par piche le ja kar use kas ke pakad liya. Right now, is anjaan samundar ke beech Vikram hi uska aakhri aur sabse bada mahfooz sahara tha.
Vikram ne Priya ke thigh ke cut ko dekha. "Yeh cut bohot gehra hai, Priya. Moti lakdi ne skin ko phaad diya hai. Isko abhi saaf karke baandhna padega, nahi toh infection phail jayega."
Usne raft par rakhe hue us waterproof pouch mein se thoda sa fresh water nikala aur use Priya ke thigh par bane us gehre wound par dhal diya.
"AHHH!" Priya ne dard se apne daant pise, uska jism jhatka khaya. Usne apna sar Vikram ke chest par aur kas ke daba liya.
Vikram ne apne kapde ka ek saaf hissa faad kar Priya ke thigh par us wound ke upar rakha aur use tightly baandh diya. Is dauran Vikram ke rough, broad haath Priya ki smooth, gori thighs aur uski chut ke ekdum paas se ho kar guzar rahe the. Vikram ke haathon ka touch behad rough tha, lekin woh Priya ke wound ko sambhalte waqt behad careful tha.
Priya ne dhere se apna sar utha kar Vikram ke haathon ko dekha. *'Itne strong aur muscular haath... jo abhi thodi der pehle aadiwasiyon ki khopdi tod rahe the, ab kitni ahtiyaat se mere zakham ko baandh rahe hain.'*
"Tumhara shoulder... usme se abhi bhi khoon nikal raha hai," Priya ne behad soft aur chinta bhari aawaaz mein kaha.
"Mera zakham gehra nahi hai. Pehle tumhara theek hona zaroori hai," Vikram ne short mein jawab diya. Usne apne shoulder par kapda daba kar khoon ko rokne ki koshish ki, lekin uska poora dhyan Priya par hi tika hua tha.
Raat dhere-dheere aur gehari hoti gayi. Khule aasmaan par taare chamakne lage. Samundar bilkul shaant tha, bas halki-halka lehrin us wooden raft ko upar-neeche hilati rahin.
Vikram ne us waterproof pouch ko khola jise usne escape karte waqt apne kapde mein press karke bachaya tha. Usme se woh black marine walkie-talkie nikala. Battery abhi bhi weak chal rahi thi, lekin device working tha.
Usne device Priya ke kaampte haathon mein thama diya. "Lo. Try karo. Shayad ab koi signal mil jaye."
Priya ke haath kaamp rahe the jab usne power dial ghumaaya.
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
Priya ne switch button daba kar rone jaisi aawaaz mein kaha: "Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma zinda hai. Main... main theek hoon beta. Ek bohot achhe aadmi ne... Vikram ne mujhe un shaitanons se bachaya hai. Hum... hum ek wooden raft par hain open sea mein. Main ghar aana chahti hoon Arjun... please mujhe dhoond lo..."
Device par har baar ki tarah sirf static noise bajti rahi—*ssshhhhh...*
Priya ka dil ek baar phir toot gaya. Usne us device ko apne nange heavy breasts ke beech seene se daba liya aur apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Garam aansu uske galon se hote hue uske breasts par girne lage.
Vikram ne use dekhte hue dhere se kaha, "So jao thodi der. Main jaag kar raft ko sambhalta hoon."
Priya ne Vikram ke us khoon se lathe, muscular arm ko aur kas ke pakad liya. "Nahi... mat jao. Mere paas hi raho... mujhe dhoor mat chhodo."
Priya ki aawaaz mein itna behad darr aur minnat thi ki Vikram aage kuch bol nahi paaya. Usne aage badh kar Priya ko apne bagal mein aur kas kar khainch liya.
Priya Vikram ke bare, broad chest par apna sar rakh kar chipak gayi. Uski har ek saans Vikram ke chest se takraa rahi thi, aur uski heartbeat Vikram ko saaf sunai de rahi thi. Priya ka nanga, gora jism Vikram ke bare body se poori tarah se pressed tha.
Vikram ki breath tez hone lagi. Uske haath dhere se Priya ki waist aur uski back par phisal rahe the. Priya ke D-cup breasts ki warmth Vikram ke ribs par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Lekin Vikram ne is waqt khud par control rakha—woh jaanta tha ki Priya abhi behad darr aur dard mein hai.
Raat behad lambi thi.
Khula samundar endless aur anjaan tha.
Aur us wooden raft par, do jismon ke beech ek aisi majboot, zehrili dependency janam le chuki thi jo pehle kabhi nahi thi.
Priya apne dimaag mein baar-baar yahi soch rahi thi—*'Is aadmi ne mujhe un aadiwasiyon se bachaya... mere liye apna khoon bahaya... meri izzat bachayi.'*
Uske andar uske pati Raj aur uske bete Arjun ke liye behad gehra guilt tha... Lekin is open sea par, us khaufnak darr ke saamne woh guilt ab chhota padne laga tha.
Woh Vikram ke muscular chest par apna chehra chhupa kar so gayi... jabki raft open sea ke gehre paani mein aage badhta raha.



To be continued....