Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Oyaaakkkk..Whoyyyaaakkk…“Wyaaghhh…. Yogghhhhhh…..” … hearing the sounds one would only wonder if that’s the call of wild hogs or swamp pigs that grunt . Hearing the sound coming out from a human’s mouth, would rather make everyone burst in laughter.
But no, no one wouldn’t after watching the helpless girl.
Even the bahubalis of Shukla were amazed and watched the crazy madness of Shukla. Not they have bangd or tortured girl of Sumi’s age and younger too, but Shukla’s mad anger made them watch amazed.
Sumi, who had her face just below her mother, on the ground, facing her upside down mother with big, bursting eyes, softened by tears of extreme pain, face red and muttering out animalistic groans.
Shukla, who was mating the young, helpless girl roughly had her fat, meaty thighs spread apart and placing one over his shoulder. Something of a real pain for a chubby girl like Sumi.
Her meat and skin on her leg and crouch stretched.
Her waist ached.
Her head was being banged on the hard, sand grained coarse soil with each thump, holding her mercilessly by her bra knotted pony but the real pain was something else.
Shukla, with his steel like long fingers, grabbed Sumi’s chubby gut on her belly and kept on thumping, punching, pinching and twisting on, hard, with each thump.
This was the reason for the animalistic sound.
One can try to check the pain by grabbing his belly and twisting it once to feel the impact it would create on a tender, young girl especially, who is pleasantly chubby.
Shukla suddenly stops, rather abruptly. His ears and face were emitting heat. He suddenly realized that he had been thumping the little girl almost for twenty minutes but didn’t cum. He realized his anger overcome his lust.
Shukla stays silent for few moments, his brain working fast and suddenly he withdraws his erected manhood from the little girl’s most private and rather most opened up part too and kicks the little girl’s crouch.
The kick, Sumi takes silently.
After all, Shukla had stopped the three way attack. She dared to place her hand on her aching belly.
Shukla, with disorganized steps walks to a man of his troop and pulls out an eighteen inch double edged sword and turns around and with a swift blow cut’s the rope holding Dolly, making her fall bang on the ground, beside her beloved daughter.
Dolly, who had only managed to make a blunt sound falling beside her daughter looked at her weeping and pain writhing daughter, caresses her face stretching her shivering hands.
Shukla had grabbed and wrapped the dhoty back on his waist and disappeared inside the bungalow, just after whispering something to a bahubali who was quite in command. The man leaves promptly in a jeep.
Sumi, with her stark aching body, de shelved hairs, a swollen red wet face wondered was it the end of tormenting or the beginning of something else?
Shukla walks out of the house. His face beaming with strange smile.
The smiling face of Shukla after long made the crouching, helpless Dolly a bit relived. The old woman tried hard to ignore the burning pain between the inner thighs.
Red and marked as they were, they burnt hard as her thighs sweated inside her saree and petticoat. Dolly leaves a sigh of relief, maybe the hard thing was over.
But Sumi was not.
This was a smile that was known to Sumi.
A smile, which made the little girl’s heart freeze in panic.
A smile Sumi knew Shukla had with his craziest ideas rolling inside his head.
Shukla walks in front of the two females with one hand in his pocket and one hand at his back, the naked one kneeling and the saree clad old one squatted.
Shukla brings out the hand from back and completely ignoring the culprit, Dolly, holds the sealed large bottle full of coconut hair oil.
Shukla elaborately turns the cap of the bottle, opening it and throws the bottle cap on Sumi’s face, like carom striker.
The cap hit’s with a sharp snap on the little girl’s pouty lips, just making her shiver.
Shukla walks directly to the little girl, his eyes beaming in lust.
Sumi could only see the dark silhouette of Shukla, to her eyes, he seemed to be one of those monsters seen in her fairy tale book in her childhood.
Her short, rather very short childhood.
Shukla stands in front of Sumi and slides the bottle of oil pouring on her head. Sumi, who kept her head religiously stiff, knew Shukla’s sick purpose unlike her mother who watched with bursting eyes.
Shukla empties almost three-fourth of the magnum sized bottle of oil, making the little girl’s head and torso drenched in thick coconut oil. Shukla turns to Dolly and pours the rest of oil over her head. Dolly had no idea of what was happening but kept herself mum with the oil drenching.
Shukla now pulls out two combs and a handful of regular rubber bands and throws on the ground.
“Now… Sumi and you kutia,… dress the other one up in the best hairstyle… and one who fails to make me happy, the other one gets a very very shocking punishment…”
Sumi’s face seemed would burst in helpless pain while Dolly still seemed a bit lost. Shukla grins,” Sumi, it means, if your mom doesn’t ties your hair well, you suffer, and if you fail to make your mom enough kinky in my eyes to pardon her grave crime, she will face that special punishment…now… you two have exactly….ummm…I want to give you two a little time… well… fifteen minutes ? twenty ? fine? twenty is fixed …and your time starts now….” Shukla looks at a glance at his watch, and looks lazy to the far spiral hilly areas in the horizon.
Sumi holds her mothers hand and briskly whispers in her mother’s ears, something short and effective that made the old woman pick up the brush instantly.
Shukla, who was now easing himself only looks at a glance to the two infidel women, combing each other’s oil drenched hair, a scene worth watching, a naked young girl and her shabbily dressed mother.
Shukla’s eyes were stuck lazy on the horizon until a black spot appeared.
It was the jeep coming back.
Shukla’s eyes beamed with glare and looking at his watch he says dry, without looking at the females, “you have exactly three minutes and seventeen seconds left…”
Right then Sumi answers soft, “ we…we are ready sir…”
Shukla instantly turns, his heart misses a beat.
 
 
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