Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Sumi was late for the coaching class this evening. Rajiv dropped her in front of her house half an hour back. She had to change and then rush to the coaching class.
Sumi was now in a minutes distance from Raghu's house as Ed, Manish and others were leaving. Sumi and group stand face to face. The guys take fast steps to cover up the distance as much possible and stand a couple of hands afar Sumi.
Sumi gulps. She is really late. An amused smile runs over Ed's face. Sumi feels a little uneasy seeing the whole group already leaving, but try to be normal and walk pass.
Manish stops the way, standing beside Ed. Raj whispers softly, "kya re Sumi, kaha thi re ? Itni late ? Kahi par naachne gayee thi kya ?"
Sumi grinds her teeth. She doesn't know what to reply, but wants to ask Raghu sir why did he spread a lie.
Ed giggles, "tu to aaj college khatam honey ke baad bhi nahi mili !"
Sumi now answers back sternly, "kyun ? mujhse kya kaam ?"
Ed comes a step forward which makes Sumi more uncomfortable. "What the hell, mujhe jaane do... class main jana hai... hato please"
Raj pushes Sumi a little back as she tries to step forward. A brisk blow of hand on Sumi's chest, and Raj makes her take few steps back. Sumi's face turns red in shame and anger.
"Mujhe jaane do..please..." Sumi repeats.
"Just one answer, and we leave you dear" Ed chuckles.
Sumi makes herself prepared for some nasty questions and makes a cold face and and looks up at Ed, eye to eye. "What question ?"
Ed also looks at her, coldly and shoots out, "Why did you got eliminated Sumi ?"
Sumi wasstartled for a second . Manish lowers his face and repeats, "bata na... kya naachi thi tu waha ki tujhe nikal di ?"
Sumi looks back at Manish, Ed and Raj. A cold reply comes out from her mouth, " because everyone likes to keep beautiful girls as toppers. I am fat and ugly, so I was eliminated. Aur waise bhi... I had to leave dance few years back only... " spurting the words with anger Sumi walks fast crossing the trio and almost runs inside Raghu's house.
An unconscious body was being dragged over the cold marble floor. Mukhtar just held unconscious Dolly's left leg and was dragging her on the ground. The body of Dolly was being dragged like a stuffed top, getting her hands, face and torso getting banged on the walls or corners and turns on the pull. The only helpfull stuff for her was she was facing the ceiling. Or else, her face would have flattened by this time.
Mukhtar walks at the backyard lounge where Prasad sat, boozing. He drops the leg and leaves Dolly in front of Prasad and stands a few steps aside. Dolly's unconscious body was left as it it is. It hands and legs thrown apart, face at a side, unkempt hairs stuck on her face, and what an wonder ! Bleeding pussy of an old, used woman. A woman who had been used by many, for cash or kinds or just for the sake of service. Her drying, loose boobs, her mildly wrinkled lowr abdomen, her shaggy, loose thigh meats - all were a bang contradiction to her bleeding private part.
Sumi sat with her head down, covering her ears and neck with her palms. Her ears and cheeks were burning. Her soft body was sobbing silently. Raghu slowly walks behind the poor gal. He seemed least interested to the young sweet girl whom he has pinching in anger few minutes back. Raghu picks up one of Sumi's plaits and starts to feels her hair in his hand. His lusty fingers ran through the weavings of the plait. Sumi who was sobbing in pain had stopped by now. Though her cheeks and ears were still burning, she decides to stop. All her fault was that she asked why did Raghu sir spread that she had gone for a dance programme.
Raghu gives a pull to the sweet girl's plait making her head pull aback, as he smells her bunch of hair. "mmmmm Sumi...you are such a fool" Sumi, who's little trained not to move her head when Raghu sir is playing with his hair, asks in the dry meek voice, "why sir ?"
"The leave reason I gave you would help you to get leaves more easily..."Raghu smiles. "Waise, if said that you got malaria, all would try to feel your temparature in college" Raghu laughs out hard in his own poor joke as he buries his face into Sumi's hair parting rubbing his nose. His hard pull, already causued Sumi to stand up with a meek helpless sound of pain. Sumi feels the hot erected manhood of Raghu right over her bums. Raghu's one hand was twisting one plait of Sumi's hair mercilessly, as the other half hang open already. Sumi's eyes were bursting in pain with pull in hair.
"aaahhhhh sir..." Sumi spurts out helplessly, causing Raghus other hand twist up Sumi's left boob. Sumi was feeling pain and helpless at the same time. It would have been better if Raghu sir would even enjoy her and leave her .
The dirt of Ragu seemed unbearable to the little girl, who turns herself ith all the strength in her body and hugs back Raghu tight.
"Sir you want me, today ? I am fit now" Sumi speaks up with immense pain, both mental and physical, as one side of her hair was still being tightly held up by Raghu sir.
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