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Chapter 14: The Metal Surprise
Saturday, 6:00 AM
The room was still dark when his hand closed around her ankle.
Chithra woke with a gasp—hhp—her body jerking against the sheets. The air conditioner hummed. The city outside was a grey smudge through the curtains. And Muthu Pandi was already hard, already pulling her toward him across the ruined bed.
"On top."
She blinked. Her mouth was dry. Her cunt ached from the hours before—three loads, maybe four, she'd lost count somewhere between the bathroom floor and the second round at midnight. Cum had dried on her thighs in stiff, flaking trails.
"I said—" His voice was flat. "—on top. Reverse. Now."
Her body moved before her mind agreed. Hands and knees. The sheets were damp beneath her palms—ffsh—and she swung one leg over his hips, her back to his chest, her ass settling against his stomach.
His cock was already slick. She felt it slide between her cheeks—sllp—and then his hand found her hip, gripped, and guided her down.
SHHHLLUCK.
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The sound was obscene in the quiet room. Her cunt stretched around him, wet despite everything, and she bit her lip to keep from—uffff—from making a sound he'd want to hear.
"Ride."
She planted her feet on the mattress. Lifted. Dropped. Plap. Her ass slapped against his thighs.
"Slower."
She slowed. The friction was different this angle—deeper, the head of his cock pressing somewhere that made her thighs shake. Her tits swayed with each movement, heavy, the nipples tight.
"You know what time it is?" His voice came from behind her, low and conversational. "Six. Saturday morning. Your husband's been awake for hours."
She said nothing. Just kept riding. Up. Down. Plap, plap.
"He's in Ooty. Some hotel. Nirmala's watching him." A pause. "And he's been watching you."
Her hips stuttered. She caught herself—fst—hands gripping his thighs.
"Videos, Chithra. Two of them. First one—you in the bathtub. Your hand on my cock. Your mouth around it." He thrust up into her, sharp—SHLLUCK—and she gasped. "He watched your lips stretch around me. Watched your tongue work the head. Watched you learn."
"I—" I'm only doing this because I have no other way.
" He laughed. Low. Cruel. "You looked at the camera and smiled."
Her chest tightened. That wasn't a smile. That was—
"He cried, Chithra. Your Vijay. Sat on the edge of a bed in some hill station hotel and cried like a child."
The words landed somewhere behind her ribs. Not pain. Worse. Something hollow, empty, like a room she'd walked into and found the furniture removed.
"He kept saying, 'She never smiled at me. Not once. In three years.'" Muthu's hips rolled beneath her—shllk—slow and deep. "He kept saying he was sorry. That he sold you. That he was a failure."
"Stop—" The word slipped out.
"Stop what? Telling you the truth?" He thrust harder. PLAP. "He told Nirmala everything. How you kept your pussy dirty to keep him away. How you held your breath when he touched you. How you made yourself a corpse in his bed."
Her eyes burned. She kept riding—because stopping meant she'd have to think—and her thighs were starting to shake.
"And you know what Nirmala told him?" Muthu sat up behind her. His chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck. "She said you were adapting. That the smile wasn't real. That you're just surviving."
His hand snaked around her front. Fingers found her clit—shhkk—and pressed.
"Are you, Chithra? Just surviving?"
She didn't answer. Her hips moved on instinct now, grinding down against his fingers and cock at once. The pressure was building—wrong, unwanted, relentless.
"I asked you a question."
"I—" I'm doing this because I have no choice. Because Vijay signed me away. Because the debts—the house—Aaryan—
"Aaryan." He said the name like he owned it. "Your little boy. Nirmala gave him rose milk. He's sleeping now. Safe. And he stayed safe because you spread your legs for me."
The orgasm hit without permission.
SQUELCH.
Her cunt clamped around his cock—thrb, thrb—and fluid gushed over his fingers, his thighs, the sheets. She bit down on her tongue until she tasted copper.
"There it is." Muthu's voice was soft. Almost tender. "That's what you really are. Not cold. Not broken. Just waiting."
"Please—"
"Please what?"
I don't know. I don't—
He flipped them before she finished the thought. Her back hit the mattress—ffwump—and he was on top, inside her again, fucking her with long, brutal strokes.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
"You're going to say it," he said. "Say you're mine."
Her jaw clenched. No. No, I won't. I'm doing this for Aaryan. For the house. For—
SHLLUCK. He thrust deeper. She felt every inch, every vein, the head of his cock punching against her cervix.
"Say it."
"I—" I have no choice. Don't you understand? I never had a choice.
"Say. It."
Her mouth opened. Closed. Wild animal sounds came out—ahhh, uffff, mmmm—but not words. Never words.
"Stubborn." He laughed. "That's fine. I've broken better women than you."
His hand closed around her throat. Not tight. Just there. A reminder.
"By noon, you'll say it. By tonight, you'll mean it." His hips pistoned—plap, plap, plap—and her tits bounced with each impact. "By Monday, you won't remember a life before me."
Her vision blurred. Not from tears—from the force of it, the deep, relentless pressure that kept building and building no matter how she tried to hold it back.
"I'm—" I can't. I can't come again. I can't—
SPLRSH.
She came. Again. Her body arched off the bed—crrk—and her cunt milked him, rippling, clenching, begging in a language her mouth refused to speak.
Muthu groaned. His cock pulsed—thrb, thrb—and hot cum flooded her cunt. Shlllrk. Thick. Endless. She felt it spill out around his shaft, drip down her ass, pool on the sheets.
"Good girl," he murmured.
He pulled out—sllp—and straddled her chest. His cock was still hard, still wet with her juices and his own seed. He fisted it once. Twice.
Splrtch.
Cum splattered across her face. Her cheek. Her closed eyelids. The corner of her mouth.
She didn't move. Didn't wipe it away.
Muthu looked down at her. Then—slow, deliberate—he gathered saliva in his mouth and spat.
Phht.
The spit landed on her forehead, mixed with his cum, dripped toward her brow.
"That's what you're worth," he said. "Right now....
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Her throat worked. Something inside her—something old and hard and brittle—cracked. Not broke. Cracked.
"Clean up." He rose from the bed. "We have three hours before breakfast. And I have a surprise for you."
She lay there, cum cooling on her face, staring at the ceiling.
Muthu walked to the closet. Opened it—crrk—and pulled something out. Something small. Something metal.
"Come here."
Her legs barely worked. She crawled to the edge of the bed, naked, dripping, her body a ruin of sweat and seed.
Muthu crouched beside her. Held it up.
She looked.
And her blood turned to ice.
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Saturday, 6:00 AM
The room was still dark when his hand closed around her ankle.
Chithra woke with a gasp—hhp—her body jerking against the sheets. The air conditioner hummed. The city outside was a grey smudge through the curtains. And Muthu Pandi was already hard, already pulling her toward him across the ruined bed.
"On top."
She blinked. Her mouth was dry. Her cunt ached from the hours before—three loads, maybe four, she'd lost count somewhere between the bathroom floor and the second round at midnight. Cum had dried on her thighs in stiff, flaking trails.
"I said—" His voice was flat. "—on top. Reverse. Now."
Her body moved before her mind agreed. Hands and knees. The sheets were damp beneath her palms—ffsh—and she swung one leg over his hips, her back to his chest, her ass settling against his stomach.
His cock was already slick. She felt it slide between her cheeks—sllp—and then his hand found her hip, gripped, and guided her down.
SHHHLLUCK.
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The sound was obscene in the quiet room. Her cunt stretched around him, wet despite everything, and she bit her lip to keep from—uffff—from making a sound he'd want to hear.
"Ride."
She planted her feet on the mattress. Lifted. Dropped. Plap. Her ass slapped against his thighs.
"Slower."
She slowed. The friction was different this angle—deeper, the head of his cock pressing somewhere that made her thighs shake. Her tits swayed with each movement, heavy, the nipples tight.
"You know what time it is?" His voice came from behind her, low and conversational. "Six. Saturday morning. Your husband's been awake for hours."
She said nothing. Just kept riding. Up. Down. Plap, plap.
"He's in Ooty. Some hotel. Nirmala's watching him." A pause. "And he's been watching you."
Her hips stuttered. She caught herself—fst—hands gripping his thighs.
"Videos, Chithra. Two of them. First one—you in the bathtub. Your hand on my cock. Your mouth around it." He thrust up into her, sharp—SHLLUCK—and she gasped. "He watched your lips stretch around me. Watched your tongue work the head. Watched you learn."
"I—" I'm only doing this because I have no other way.
" He laughed. Low. Cruel. "You looked at the camera and smiled."
Her chest tightened. That wasn't a smile. That was—
"He cried, Chithra. Your Vijay. Sat on the edge of a bed in some hill station hotel and cried like a child."
The words landed somewhere behind her ribs. Not pain. Worse. Something hollow, empty, like a room she'd walked into and found the furniture removed.
"He kept saying, 'She never smiled at me. Not once. In three years.'" Muthu's hips rolled beneath her—shllk—slow and deep. "He kept saying he was sorry. That he sold you. That he was a failure."
"Stop—" The word slipped out.
"Stop what? Telling you the truth?" He thrust harder. PLAP. "He told Nirmala everything. How you kept your pussy dirty to keep him away. How you held your breath when he touched you. How you made yourself a corpse in his bed."
Her eyes burned. She kept riding—because stopping meant she'd have to think—and her thighs were starting to shake.
"And you know what Nirmala told him?" Muthu sat up behind her. His chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck. "She said you were adapting. That the smile wasn't real. That you're just surviving."
His hand snaked around her front. Fingers found her clit—shhkk—and pressed.
"Are you, Chithra? Just surviving?"
She didn't answer. Her hips moved on instinct now, grinding down against his fingers and cock at once. The pressure was building—wrong, unwanted, relentless.
"I asked you a question."
"I—" I'm doing this because I have no choice. Because Vijay signed me away. Because the debts—the house—Aaryan—
"Aaryan." He said the name like he owned it. "Your little boy. Nirmala gave him rose milk. He's sleeping now. Safe. And he stayed safe because you spread your legs for me."
The orgasm hit without permission.
SQUELCH.
Her cunt clamped around his cock—thrb, thrb—and fluid gushed over his fingers, his thighs, the sheets. She bit down on her tongue until she tasted copper.
"There it is." Muthu's voice was soft. Almost tender. "That's what you really are. Not cold. Not broken. Just waiting."
"Please—"
"Please what?"
I don't know. I don't—
He flipped them before she finished the thought. Her back hit the mattress—ffwump—and he was on top, inside her again, fucking her with long, brutal strokes.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
"You're going to say it," he said. "Say you're mine."
Her jaw clenched. No. No, I won't. I'm doing this for Aaryan. For the house. For—
SHLLUCK. He thrust deeper. She felt every inch, every vein, the head of his cock punching against her cervix.
"Say it."
"I—" I have no choice. Don't you understand? I never had a choice.
"Say. It."
Her mouth opened. Closed. Wild animal sounds came out—ahhh, uffff, mmmm—but not words. Never words.
"Stubborn." He laughed. "That's fine. I've broken better women than you."
His hand closed around her throat. Not tight. Just there. A reminder.
"By noon, you'll say it. By tonight, you'll mean it." His hips pistoned—plap, plap, plap—and her tits bounced with each impact. "By Monday, you won't remember a life before me."
Her vision blurred. Not from tears—from the force of it, the deep, relentless pressure that kept building and building no matter how she tried to hold it back.
"I'm—" I can't. I can't come again. I can't—
SPLRSH.
She came. Again. Her body arched off the bed—crrk—and her cunt milked him, rippling, clenching, begging in a language her mouth refused to speak.
Muthu groaned. His cock pulsed—thrb, thrb—and hot cum flooded her cunt. Shlllrk. Thick. Endless. She felt it spill out around his shaft, drip down her ass, pool on the sheets.
"Good girl," he murmured.
He pulled out—sllp—and straddled her chest. His cock was still hard, still wet with her juices and his own seed. He fisted it once. Twice.
Splrtch.
Cum splattered across her face. Her cheek. Her closed eyelids. The corner of her mouth.
She didn't move. Didn't wipe it away.
Muthu looked down at her. Then—slow, deliberate—he gathered saliva in his mouth and spat.
Phht.
The spit landed on her forehead, mixed with his cum, dripped toward her brow.
"That's what you're worth," he said. "Right now....
"> Her throat worked. Something inside her—something old and hard and brittle—cracked. Not broke. Cracked.
"Clean up." He rose from the bed. "We have three hours before breakfast. And I have a surprise for you."
She lay there, cum cooling on her face, staring at the ceiling.
Muthu walked to the closet. Opened it—crrk—and pulled something out. Something small. Something metal.
"Come here."
Her legs barely worked. She crawled to the edge of the bed, naked, dripping, her body a ruin of sweat and seed.
Muthu crouched beside her. Held it up.
She looked.
And her blood turned to ice.
Disclaimer: all photos taken from net as per viewers request... I dint create it..i am not responsible either on who created... Took from net, posted as per situatuon requirements..
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