17-10-2019, 09:01 PM
now Mom's story on her words
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Mom said,”
I am sorry to keep it secret, but hear me and forgive me. I am an assassin for indian secret agency. Actually I kill all bad men who get out from law using money, power, influence. I get paid based on deal. Govt agencies, mafia , poltical rivalries pay me to eliminate opponent with their dark activities. Thats why i go outside, i have done operation all over world. As a symbol i always leave white saree on my victim. So I am named white saree ghost, no one could capture me.
I was born in a poor family. Kamala was my neighbour, we used to both collect garbages during childhood. We wanted to become rich. One day a lady saw us fighting two dogs and killing them with sticks. She called us and asked about our families. Who cares when mother left home with other men and father rarely comes with no siblings. She took us a centre where we were fed well, given new clothes and kept in ac room. We were given royal treatment for 7 days. 8th day lady asked us to deliver some parcels to some unknown location. We did, she paid us more than we could collect . movies were our addiction, female action movies kill bill, ultraviolet, cat woman, tomb raider, salt, grind house, wonder woman were our favourite ones. We used to practice martial arts intimating them, we could break bricks in head at age of 12. In 5 years we were most trusted hands of lady who was a drug peddler. So rivalry grew, she was assaulted many times. She purchased two guns for her safety, but could not handle it. One day she was surrounded by 3 gunmen, her mind stopped to respond, but we grabbed the gun and killed the three gunners. From then we were like her daughters. She used us to eliminate her opponents, she was dreaded feared, her wealth grew. She purchased bikes for us with assault weapons.
In one of most dreaded case me and Kamala rode bike over stairs on court shot a person who wanted to testify against the lady. She purchased us costly clothes, jewellery, bikes, guns. No one knew we were
killers. Free time we did bike stunts. Many time boys will race, but fail miserably. We were in teenage, our attraction for boys increased , lady kept strict eye on us fearing falling on love will keep us away
from her job. But for her sexual pleasure she had many young teen boys at her dispoal. It was frustrating
us. She once captured two beautiful boys of aged 18 of some rich families who failed to repay her loans. She wanted both boys to serve her sexually till their families repay money. But we fell in love with boys. When lady is not in home we take them on bike ride, movie, hotels before lady returns. Our love grew stronger and stronger. Finally we freed them from lady’s hold by paying our money. When madam knew she beat us in leather belt, her mark is still in my back covered by blouse. Our breasts were growing, periods came, Madam thought we are useless as she had no enemy in city. She also wanted to live respectably. She had another idea, she organized bike race for 1st time in city.
Around 25 bikers participated among we 2 were females. 1st time we rode wearing salwar suit, we became champion, our lovers were there to cheer us. After race we took our boyfriends in long ride, camping in roads, we hated salwar kamiz, one advantage it had it hides weapons. Men pant shirt was comfortable. We got 1st gift from our love it was salwar it was pink colour, they pleaded to wear this dress in next race and win for their sake. Madam knew now betting is in favour of us so in next motor race she instructed us to loose deliberately to make her huge profit. We agreed, at race course our boyfriends standing near to us, praying to Gods for our victory. Our love triumphed, after winning we vanished from city, with our lovers, we had some cash settled in out of state small village. Villagers were peace loving, 1st time we felt what is peace and what is it staying away from crimes. They welcomed us, gave two rooms. We did not how to cook, luckily boyfriends knew, they cooked. We watched romantic
movies as bloodshed feared the boys, they hugged us tightly. We took them on bike ride around village. Villagers were open minded not like girls riding bike a sin. For job only was field work, our lovers were delicate ones to do that, only they were expert was cooking. Working in field is not a job in shirt pant, it requires saree blouse or dhoti. With small money we purchased saree blouse and dhoti. Our lovers wore saree blouse teaching us how it is dbangd. It took us three days to manage it somehow, never thought agriculture is tiring but it is more pleasurable when your loved ones bring food for you, fan you and clear your sweats with their cloth. This is love, it was melting our heart, we interacted other village women, secretly started washing clothes, dishes, sweeping and some tasteless foods. Before our men woke up they somehow found room neat and clean. They started small kirana shop. But one hour daily we take them on bike ride, started with ghaghra choli, then salwar, finally half saree. Our lovers were innocent ones, never touched our body parts except hand , on riding bike shoulder not even waist. They
somehow had fear in their minds. We decided we should propose them 1st. We decorated bike with
flowers, wore half saree, already purchased 4 rings from near town. Painted lovers name in number plate , we had our ear and nose pierced, even navel pierced. Before two days of our propsals, we asked our lovers that we will be staying away from home for some farm work equipment procurement in near by town. They feared, but as place was far away from their home city they assured. We spent whole day waxing, sauna, nail painted, hair straightened, mehendi, mehendi paint on navel. Omg we could feel
fight bike ride farm work easier than a day sitting in parlour. On day of proposal our lovers wearing kurta cooking, hearing bike they looked to road, seeing we two girls in red yellow bordered saree with decorated bikes coming near to them. They were complete awestruck. We had our sunglasses and leaf flower ring on head. We went on our knees took rings said,” honey I love you, do you love me, accept
me as your wife.” Men were crying said yes i do, but need a bike ride to savour the moment. They wore
pyjama quickly sat on our bike had a village tour. Evening village head woman said 15 days after an auspicious day of Dushera we will be married, it will be a simple one in temple, not much arrangements needed.
Night we went to room, our lovers were feeling shy, had food and slept. Next morning we woke up in bangle and anklet sound , not to find lovers, but two saree women in veil, they were slim fair. We had tea and breakfast. We asked two women about our men, they did not reply, we found something fishy, forcefully we removed their veils, they were our lovers.
I,” what is this, why are you wearing saree.”
Lover,” from now on you are our mistress, we will take care of house, you take care of shop and agriculture. we discussed with head woman, she gave us these clothes yesterday and also agreed that in marriage we will be wearing saree, besides we love wearing saree.”
Kamala,” you guys are stunning in saree, lets go to movie in this case.”
We also changed to half saree, drove to town, we had icecream, panipuris. Finally at night we went to a theatre, some other bikes also present but few all low range bikes 100cc from hero, tvs , bajaj. It was an adult movies, we had balcony seats, fortunately 4 more women already present in balcony, it was darkened we could not recognize them. But they were far corner from us, we took separate corner in
different rows. Movie name was “AAJ KA GHABRU AURAT HIMMATWALI.”we hold our lovers on our lap, unhooked their blouse and bra hands rubbing over chest and stomach. Movie started, movie’s theme was about a village girl becomes tough ACP of city, riding bullet doing encounter, fights. Not bother about pressure from superiors or politicians. Her most brutal punishment against rapist, torturing castrating beating killing them. Our lovers could not watch gory, so we opened our blouse they buried their face inside it sucking our nipple. Meanwhile in movie heroine falls in love with a boy who was kidnapped by goons, heroine rescues him drives bike to his parents, ask hand for his marriage, which his parents denied, boy was imprisoned in a room, next day was his wedding fixed to a woman twice of his age, his parents agreed for the money paid by woman, woman was rich and famous, she already
married five times. On marriage mandap our heroine rescues hero from mandap by her bike, fights hench men of woman and flees, she marries the boy by tying mangalsutra on his neck and sindur on his forehead, some songs where heroine lifts hero dances , bike ride. Then came suhaagraat. It was explicit, where heroine was nude, her pussy sucked by hero for nearly 30 minutes. Seeing this our lovers went inside our petticoat sucked our pussy, we were at heaven, then it showed a nice strapon fuck by heroine on her boy’s ass for 30 minute in different position followed by she inserting her vagina on her husband’s cock, she was on top. Then some more fights between heroine and villian woman. Picture ends heroine in security officer dress in her office, her pants down, her husband sucking her pussy while she was relaxing with wine and woman hanged to death in lock up. We got our pussy sucked by our lovers for whole 90 minutes. Our thighs were vibrating, our lovers moved from our petticoat, their face glowing with our love juice. Outside we recognized other three women were village headwoman and her two daughters, the 4th woman still remain inside the hall. The women greeted us and started their bike headed to nearby hotel. We left them to their freedom and returned home. We were tired slept hugging each other.
Till wedding our lovers wore ghaghra choli doing household chores, village women helped them. Every morning , evening night they sucked our pussy, we looked after kirana shop, village headwoman and her two daughters were good friends of ours, we shared our views, rode bike together. Husband of headwoman was a good cook, we were invited many times to their house, but never met her husband, he was always inside kitchen never ventured out in village too. Headwoman has given us two earlier presents, two strapon double ended to us.
7 days to go to our marriage, our bodily heat was uncontrollable. Already strapon sex of movies was roaming while our lovers in ghaghra choli sucking our pussy. We had normal sex women on top, our boys ejaculated inside our pussy, then we fucked their ass with strapon. It was painful for them but pleasurable. Next 5 days we were busy only sex, boys were comfortable with ass fucked by strapon, they also get sex by ejaculating inside us.
2 days before our marriage arrangements were done in a nearby temple, our lovers were looking stunning in bridal dress, we along with village headwomen and her two daughters came riding bike, we were also dressed in stunning bridal saree and jewellery. Headwomen and her two daughters only in bikes, no other in scene. When we entered into temple something hit us on our head, we just could visibly see the head women and her two daughters laughing.
Some time later we opened our eyes, we were tied to a tree, head woman, her two daughters and my old boss that scumbag bitch were smoking, drinking. They have hold our lovers in captive, they were crying.
My old boss,” hello mmy dear kittens, long time, you thought you will cheat me and leave. No body does that to me. You just forgot to notice my presence in cinema hall. Actually my network is very vast. I finance the village head woman in her election, i have provided her male prostitutes in the hotels, that
hotel is one of them where they enjoy, luckily i found you there, i could have taken revenge any time, but you are too strong, so what other time to destroy good moments than on wedding day. Omg your lovers and you were looking stunning, by the way saree makes you feel weak, you never wore while in my job, it is love that weakens you. I do not want to take any time, i just want to enjoy punishment. How
about i bang your boys, it will be fun with some pain to you.” Saying she sadisticly said the two daughters of head women to lift petticoat of Kamala, old bitch tied the largest thickest dildo i have seen it was approx 15 inch long and 10 inch thick, it was made of steel further. It stood out.
Head woman,” lets party begin.”
Old madam,” as long as wife or husband passes out it will continue, any one passes out kill the couple both, lets see how much endurance love has.”
Her two daughters lifted petticoat of Kamala, madam lifted petticoat of her lover, then daughters took turn kicking pussy of Kamala, she did not utter any word, no tears no pain. But her lover was crying, begging to stop punishing his wife.
Madam,” she is a tough nut bitch.”
Madam suddenly pushed whole dildo inside his ass, he stopped screaming not crying, but Kamala crying. Head woman,” looks both are acting strong, start punishing both.”
Her two daughters took whip and started whipping Kamala’s pussy, while head woman and madam took
turn to fuck brutally her lover, his ass was bleeding so was Kamala’s pussy. But they looked each other
gaining strength. Two hours passed, our abusers were tired but not Kamal nor her lover. Me and my lover were tearful. Abusers had some rest and food again continuing, finally after 6 hours couple gave hope, Kamala’s lover passed out. Madam in cruel laughter shoved sword inside kamala’s pussy tearing it and another inside her lover’s ass. I was rubbing my body slowly to weakening the ropes.
Kamala,” i wished i would have a nice family kids, husband a peaceful life, my family sitting on my bike, if God wishes please bury my body along with my lover and bike. I am sinful for many murders, but what about my innocent lover, what was his mistake, forgive my love, next life i will be wife you be husband serving you forever, sorry my love.”
Her lover,” thanks to god, he united us, for short time gave us love and pleasure, i had only wish to die on your lap, i think it will not be possible now. I love you sun and moon of my life. Your love will meet in next life.”
The other 4 women were laughing mocking, pissing on limp body of the boy. Next they turned to my lover, the girls said they will have fun with him, they were tired of beating kicking whhipping pussy of Kamal, it is better to fuck then beat me. The 4 women took turn in banging ass of my love, facesitting on him, pissing on him. It took two hours, luckily my effort came, rope slackened, in a swift moment i tore my saree blouse and petticoat, jumped towards the 4 scum lowlife women. They were unprepared and unexpected, in no time i took sword lying on ground beheaded the 4 abusive women. But it was too late. My love had bled a lot from anus and mouth, he slept on my lap,” i will not live along, may be if
you had continued killing then you had not missed your friend, our love weakened you. Promise me you
will never be weak, continue what you love must, go back to dark alley where you come, change the world there so that no other couple will get the fate we have, promise you will kill bad people from
earth, stay safe my love, i miss your bike ride, it was my favourite, just gift that bike to my death as token of my love.”
Saying he died on my lap, i was crying. I was senseless for 1 hour, it was raining, rain was unusual, god’s wish. I cut the 4 women’s body into 1000 pieces fed to dogs. Their soul will not get peace. I placed kamal on bike, her lover on back, tied them with wedding saree, dug a grave and placed bike on centre stand with the dead couple on bike. Then i filled the grave with soil and planted a banyan tree , as it will fulfil soul’s freedom. Beside grave i dug another grave, placed my bike on stand, put my lover on the bike and covered with soil planting another pippal tree. With heavy heart and eye i sat on grave for whole night drenched on rain. Next day i went inside head woman’s house, found a man in saree tied to a long iron chain sleeping in kitchen. I confronted him, his whole body had burn, bruise mark, it was blue and purple body, very pale. He spoke less, he was fearing. I opened his chain. He said he was husband of village
head woman, his wife was crooked one , involved in drugs dealing, involved his two daughters, when he
opposed he was tied in iron chain, beaten by both his daughters and wife, he was anally bangd by his daughters and wife too. He was crying and broke. I said i have killed his daughters and wife, he became silent and dropped few tears,” finally some burden on earth lessened. Now i am free, i just want to burn this house and go away from here, i want to commit suicide.”
I,” i want to go away from here, i want to die commit suicide.”my heart rate was different.
He,” are you pregnant, looks like.” He checked my pulse and heart rate,” yes you are pregnant. God is merciful, he has shown his kindness. Lets go far away from here , raise the new born, i can help in raising you. “
I,” you are like my family, can i call you bhaiya.”
He,” no call me didi, you can call me Kamala Didi, may be i can help you raising the child, i have one problem which is uncurable, with constant physical abuse i can not speak more, neither i can go to sun. Sun ray will simply cause cancer in my body. I am totally broken. I can handle home.”
I agreed, night i burnt head woman’s house and came to Gowahati. 10 month later Satish was born, actually Satish was my lover’s name. Kamal Didi’s body detoriated, he could not work more , so i gave him ample rest when i am in house. I continued secret assassin, learning new techniques, Kamala taught me household chores, it is my only peace for my sins i commit. I do not consider my killings as sin as i kill persons who are bad and torture love couples. But job slowly drifted me from my son, now i am united and retired from my job.”
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Mom said,”
I am sorry to keep it secret, but hear me and forgive me. I am an assassin for indian secret agency. Actually I kill all bad men who get out from law using money, power, influence. I get paid based on deal. Govt agencies, mafia , poltical rivalries pay me to eliminate opponent with their dark activities. Thats why i go outside, i have done operation all over world. As a symbol i always leave white saree on my victim. So I am named white saree ghost, no one could capture me.
I was born in a poor family. Kamala was my neighbour, we used to both collect garbages during childhood. We wanted to become rich. One day a lady saw us fighting two dogs and killing them with sticks. She called us and asked about our families. Who cares when mother left home with other men and father rarely comes with no siblings. She took us a centre where we were fed well, given new clothes and kept in ac room. We were given royal treatment for 7 days. 8th day lady asked us to deliver some parcels to some unknown location. We did, she paid us more than we could collect . movies were our addiction, female action movies kill bill, ultraviolet, cat woman, tomb raider, salt, grind house, wonder woman were our favourite ones. We used to practice martial arts intimating them, we could break bricks in head at age of 12. In 5 years we were most trusted hands of lady who was a drug peddler. So rivalry grew, she was assaulted many times. She purchased two guns for her safety, but could not handle it. One day she was surrounded by 3 gunmen, her mind stopped to respond, but we grabbed the gun and killed the three gunners. From then we were like her daughters. She used us to eliminate her opponents, she was dreaded feared, her wealth grew. She purchased bikes for us with assault weapons.
In one of most dreaded case me and Kamala rode bike over stairs on court shot a person who wanted to testify against the lady. She purchased us costly clothes, jewellery, bikes, guns. No one knew we were
killers. Free time we did bike stunts. Many time boys will race, but fail miserably. We were in teenage, our attraction for boys increased , lady kept strict eye on us fearing falling on love will keep us away
from her job. But for her sexual pleasure she had many young teen boys at her dispoal. It was frustrating
us. She once captured two beautiful boys of aged 18 of some rich families who failed to repay her loans. She wanted both boys to serve her sexually till their families repay money. But we fell in love with boys. When lady is not in home we take them on bike ride, movie, hotels before lady returns. Our love grew stronger and stronger. Finally we freed them from lady’s hold by paying our money. When madam knew she beat us in leather belt, her mark is still in my back covered by blouse. Our breasts were growing, periods came, Madam thought we are useless as she had no enemy in city. She also wanted to live respectably. She had another idea, she organized bike race for 1st time in city.
Around 25 bikers participated among we 2 were females. 1st time we rode wearing salwar suit, we became champion, our lovers were there to cheer us. After race we took our boyfriends in long ride, camping in roads, we hated salwar kamiz, one advantage it had it hides weapons. Men pant shirt was comfortable. We got 1st gift from our love it was salwar it was pink colour, they pleaded to wear this dress in next race and win for their sake. Madam knew now betting is in favour of us so in next motor race she instructed us to loose deliberately to make her huge profit. We agreed, at race course our boyfriends standing near to us, praying to Gods for our victory. Our love triumphed, after winning we vanished from city, with our lovers, we had some cash settled in out of state small village. Villagers were peace loving, 1st time we felt what is peace and what is it staying away from crimes. They welcomed us, gave two rooms. We did not how to cook, luckily boyfriends knew, they cooked. We watched romantic
movies as bloodshed feared the boys, they hugged us tightly. We took them on bike ride around village. Villagers were open minded not like girls riding bike a sin. For job only was field work, our lovers were delicate ones to do that, only they were expert was cooking. Working in field is not a job in shirt pant, it requires saree blouse or dhoti. With small money we purchased saree blouse and dhoti. Our lovers wore saree blouse teaching us how it is dbangd. It took us three days to manage it somehow, never thought agriculture is tiring but it is more pleasurable when your loved ones bring food for you, fan you and clear your sweats with their cloth. This is love, it was melting our heart, we interacted other village women, secretly started washing clothes, dishes, sweeping and some tasteless foods. Before our men woke up they somehow found room neat and clean. They started small kirana shop. But one hour daily we take them on bike ride, started with ghaghra choli, then salwar, finally half saree. Our lovers were innocent ones, never touched our body parts except hand , on riding bike shoulder not even waist. They
somehow had fear in their minds. We decided we should propose them 1st. We decorated bike with
flowers, wore half saree, already purchased 4 rings from near town. Painted lovers name in number plate , we had our ear and nose pierced, even navel pierced. Before two days of our propsals, we asked our lovers that we will be staying away from home for some farm work equipment procurement in near by town. They feared, but as place was far away from their home city they assured. We spent whole day waxing, sauna, nail painted, hair straightened, mehendi, mehendi paint on navel. Omg we could feel
fight bike ride farm work easier than a day sitting in parlour. On day of proposal our lovers wearing kurta cooking, hearing bike they looked to road, seeing we two girls in red yellow bordered saree with decorated bikes coming near to them. They were complete awestruck. We had our sunglasses and leaf flower ring on head. We went on our knees took rings said,” honey I love you, do you love me, accept
me as your wife.” Men were crying said yes i do, but need a bike ride to savour the moment. They wore
pyjama quickly sat on our bike had a village tour. Evening village head woman said 15 days after an auspicious day of Dushera we will be married, it will be a simple one in temple, not much arrangements needed.
Night we went to room, our lovers were feeling shy, had food and slept. Next morning we woke up in bangle and anklet sound , not to find lovers, but two saree women in veil, they were slim fair. We had tea and breakfast. We asked two women about our men, they did not reply, we found something fishy, forcefully we removed their veils, they were our lovers.
I,” what is this, why are you wearing saree.”
Lover,” from now on you are our mistress, we will take care of house, you take care of shop and agriculture. we discussed with head woman, she gave us these clothes yesterday and also agreed that in marriage we will be wearing saree, besides we love wearing saree.”
Kamala,” you guys are stunning in saree, lets go to movie in this case.”
We also changed to half saree, drove to town, we had icecream, panipuris. Finally at night we went to a theatre, some other bikes also present but few all low range bikes 100cc from hero, tvs , bajaj. It was an adult movies, we had balcony seats, fortunately 4 more women already present in balcony, it was darkened we could not recognize them. But they were far corner from us, we took separate corner in
different rows. Movie name was “AAJ KA GHABRU AURAT HIMMATWALI.”we hold our lovers on our lap, unhooked their blouse and bra hands rubbing over chest and stomach. Movie started, movie’s theme was about a village girl becomes tough ACP of city, riding bullet doing encounter, fights. Not bother about pressure from superiors or politicians. Her most brutal punishment against rapist, torturing castrating beating killing them. Our lovers could not watch gory, so we opened our blouse they buried their face inside it sucking our nipple. Meanwhile in movie heroine falls in love with a boy who was kidnapped by goons, heroine rescues him drives bike to his parents, ask hand for his marriage, which his parents denied, boy was imprisoned in a room, next day was his wedding fixed to a woman twice of his age, his parents agreed for the money paid by woman, woman was rich and famous, she already
married five times. On marriage mandap our heroine rescues hero from mandap by her bike, fights hench men of woman and flees, she marries the boy by tying mangalsutra on his neck and sindur on his forehead, some songs where heroine lifts hero dances , bike ride. Then came suhaagraat. It was explicit, where heroine was nude, her pussy sucked by hero for nearly 30 minutes. Seeing this our lovers went inside our petticoat sucked our pussy, we were at heaven, then it showed a nice strapon fuck by heroine on her boy’s ass for 30 minute in different position followed by she inserting her vagina on her husband’s cock, she was on top. Then some more fights between heroine and villian woman. Picture ends heroine in security officer dress in her office, her pants down, her husband sucking her pussy while she was relaxing with wine and woman hanged to death in lock up. We got our pussy sucked by our lovers for whole 90 minutes. Our thighs were vibrating, our lovers moved from our petticoat, their face glowing with our love juice. Outside we recognized other three women were village headwoman and her two daughters, the 4th woman still remain inside the hall. The women greeted us and started their bike headed to nearby hotel. We left them to their freedom and returned home. We were tired slept hugging each other.
Till wedding our lovers wore ghaghra choli doing household chores, village women helped them. Every morning , evening night they sucked our pussy, we looked after kirana shop, village headwoman and her two daughters were good friends of ours, we shared our views, rode bike together. Husband of headwoman was a good cook, we were invited many times to their house, but never met her husband, he was always inside kitchen never ventured out in village too. Headwoman has given us two earlier presents, two strapon double ended to us.
7 days to go to our marriage, our bodily heat was uncontrollable. Already strapon sex of movies was roaming while our lovers in ghaghra choli sucking our pussy. We had normal sex women on top, our boys ejaculated inside our pussy, then we fucked their ass with strapon. It was painful for them but pleasurable. Next 5 days we were busy only sex, boys were comfortable with ass fucked by strapon, they also get sex by ejaculating inside us.
2 days before our marriage arrangements were done in a nearby temple, our lovers were looking stunning in bridal dress, we along with village headwomen and her two daughters came riding bike, we were also dressed in stunning bridal saree and jewellery. Headwomen and her two daughters only in bikes, no other in scene. When we entered into temple something hit us on our head, we just could visibly see the head women and her two daughters laughing.
Some time later we opened our eyes, we were tied to a tree, head woman, her two daughters and my old boss that scumbag bitch were smoking, drinking. They have hold our lovers in captive, they were crying.
My old boss,” hello mmy dear kittens, long time, you thought you will cheat me and leave. No body does that to me. You just forgot to notice my presence in cinema hall. Actually my network is very vast. I finance the village head woman in her election, i have provided her male prostitutes in the hotels, that
hotel is one of them where they enjoy, luckily i found you there, i could have taken revenge any time, but you are too strong, so what other time to destroy good moments than on wedding day. Omg your lovers and you were looking stunning, by the way saree makes you feel weak, you never wore while in my job, it is love that weakens you. I do not want to take any time, i just want to enjoy punishment. How
about i bang your boys, it will be fun with some pain to you.” Saying she sadisticly said the two daughters of head women to lift petticoat of Kamala, old bitch tied the largest thickest dildo i have seen it was approx 15 inch long and 10 inch thick, it was made of steel further. It stood out.
Head woman,” lets party begin.”
Old madam,” as long as wife or husband passes out it will continue, any one passes out kill the couple both, lets see how much endurance love has.”
Her two daughters lifted petticoat of Kamala, madam lifted petticoat of her lover, then daughters took turn kicking pussy of Kamala, she did not utter any word, no tears no pain. But her lover was crying, begging to stop punishing his wife.
Madam,” she is a tough nut bitch.”
Madam suddenly pushed whole dildo inside his ass, he stopped screaming not crying, but Kamala crying. Head woman,” looks both are acting strong, start punishing both.”
Her two daughters took whip and started whipping Kamala’s pussy, while head woman and madam took
turn to fuck brutally her lover, his ass was bleeding so was Kamala’s pussy. But they looked each other
gaining strength. Two hours passed, our abusers were tired but not Kamal nor her lover. Me and my lover were tearful. Abusers had some rest and food again continuing, finally after 6 hours couple gave hope, Kamala’s lover passed out. Madam in cruel laughter shoved sword inside kamala’s pussy tearing it and another inside her lover’s ass. I was rubbing my body slowly to weakening the ropes.
Kamala,” i wished i would have a nice family kids, husband a peaceful life, my family sitting on my bike, if God wishes please bury my body along with my lover and bike. I am sinful for many murders, but what about my innocent lover, what was his mistake, forgive my love, next life i will be wife you be husband serving you forever, sorry my love.”
Her lover,” thanks to god, he united us, for short time gave us love and pleasure, i had only wish to die on your lap, i think it will not be possible now. I love you sun and moon of my life. Your love will meet in next life.”
The other 4 women were laughing mocking, pissing on limp body of the boy. Next they turned to my lover, the girls said they will have fun with him, they were tired of beating kicking whhipping pussy of Kamal, it is better to fuck then beat me. The 4 women took turn in banging ass of my love, facesitting on him, pissing on him. It took two hours, luckily my effort came, rope slackened, in a swift moment i tore my saree blouse and petticoat, jumped towards the 4 scum lowlife women. They were unprepared and unexpected, in no time i took sword lying on ground beheaded the 4 abusive women. But it was too late. My love had bled a lot from anus and mouth, he slept on my lap,” i will not live along, may be if
you had continued killing then you had not missed your friend, our love weakened you. Promise me you
will never be weak, continue what you love must, go back to dark alley where you come, change the world there so that no other couple will get the fate we have, promise you will kill bad people from
earth, stay safe my love, i miss your bike ride, it was my favourite, just gift that bike to my death as token of my love.”
Saying he died on my lap, i was crying. I was senseless for 1 hour, it was raining, rain was unusual, god’s wish. I cut the 4 women’s body into 1000 pieces fed to dogs. Their soul will not get peace. I placed kamal on bike, her lover on back, tied them with wedding saree, dug a grave and placed bike on centre stand with the dead couple on bike. Then i filled the grave with soil and planted a banyan tree , as it will fulfil soul’s freedom. Beside grave i dug another grave, placed my bike on stand, put my lover on the bike and covered with soil planting another pippal tree. With heavy heart and eye i sat on grave for whole night drenched on rain. Next day i went inside head woman’s house, found a man in saree tied to a long iron chain sleeping in kitchen. I confronted him, his whole body had burn, bruise mark, it was blue and purple body, very pale. He spoke less, he was fearing. I opened his chain. He said he was husband of village
head woman, his wife was crooked one , involved in drugs dealing, involved his two daughters, when he
opposed he was tied in iron chain, beaten by both his daughters and wife, he was anally bangd by his daughters and wife too. He was crying and broke. I said i have killed his daughters and wife, he became silent and dropped few tears,” finally some burden on earth lessened. Now i am free, i just want to burn this house and go away from here, i want to commit suicide.”
I,” i want to go away from here, i want to die commit suicide.”my heart rate was different.
He,” are you pregnant, looks like.” He checked my pulse and heart rate,” yes you are pregnant. God is merciful, he has shown his kindness. Lets go far away from here , raise the new born, i can help in raising you. “
I,” you are like my family, can i call you bhaiya.”
He,” no call me didi, you can call me Kamala Didi, may be i can help you raising the child, i have one problem which is uncurable, with constant physical abuse i can not speak more, neither i can go to sun. Sun ray will simply cause cancer in my body. I am totally broken. I can handle home.”
I agreed, night i burnt head woman’s house and came to Gowahati. 10 month later Satish was born, actually Satish was my lover’s name. Kamal Didi’s body detoriated, he could not work more , so i gave him ample rest when i am in house. I continued secret assassin, learning new techniques, Kamala taught me household chores, it is my only peace for my sins i commit. I do not consider my killings as sin as i kill persons who are bad and torture love couples. But job slowly drifted me from my son, now i am united and retired from my job.”
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