Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

A blunt, animistic sound was coming out from one woman's throat and the other was shrieking in painful moans. Contradict to their present yells, both the women, young and old, desired and decided to stay mum,completely mum, whatever the maneuver their bodies may need to face. Not to save themselves, but to save the other loved one. But neither Dolly, nor Sumi could expect the torments their bodies had to face on.
Dolly was hung upside down from a tree brunch, not high enough, rather her face hanging a hardly a feet above from ground and her open hairs brushing the dusty field, but her whole body writhed in pain.
The old woman was hung by one leg.
A tight knot on her right ankle by rough, fat rope.
The hefty body of the old woman shivered and writhed in pain, her whole body weight pulling on her right side of the waist.
Her waist and inner thigh burned in extreme stretching of skin in the hanging.
Needless to say, the old woman had her saree and peticoat completely upside down, revealing her much used crouch (which she had recently trimmed for Chopra) and her left leg hanging sidewise lifelessly.
Shukla drags Sumi near the tree and pushes her on the ground.
Just beside her mother's hanging face.
Dropping off his dhoty and grinning like a hyena he parts Sumi's legs and sits between, positioning his erect manhood in the right place.
But, instead of penetrating the girl, Shukla slaps the little girl's cheek hard and harder.
Once, twice, thrice and suddenly looks up at his bahubalis who with glittering eyes were feasting on the young girl's white, fair meat and expecting if their master would allow to feast upon this girl too, as he does mostly with his one time stands.
"Is budhiya ki bhi polish kar ..." Shukla groans.
Immediately the all leather, studded local shoes brandished in their hands and lashed over the crouch, thighs, buttock and belly of the old woman like droplets of rain, finally making her shriek in pain.
Sumi too was not in a better position.
As soon as her mom was being welcomed and treated with heavy, leathered chappals she too was been being tormented ferociously.
Slaps, pinches, punched and hair tugging.
Shukla grabbed the little girl up by her hair, on either side and bang her head back on the ground with each penetration.
He would draw out with pulling Sumi's head up and and her head back to the ground with each thump in.
Incidentally, both the pairs of bursting eyes met.
Both the yells become chorus.
Dolly upside down and Sumi's face just behind her hanging face,... the helpless mother and daughter's eyes meet as they both, simultaneously scream out their frustration and anger.
As they knew, trying hard, hardly they could have been to any good to the other...
 
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