Author: Darko Dan {darkodan666@yahoo.com}
Title: The Darkness Parts 12 - 18
Part: 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18
Summary: Explore the dark lives of a few Indians as the men push
the boundaries of depraved and forced sex for the women who are
not given a choice
Keywords: bd, blackmail, inc, nc, ped, rape, reluc, sad, sm,
tort, ws



Part 12

Arjun gleefully watched to see how his poor slave was going to
work her way out of this.

“Prathi, Oh god, Prathi!” Seema was lost for words. ‘What have I
done’ tears started forming in her eyes. She broke down on the
floor sobbing. Quickly her concerned daughter, oblivious to her
own nudity, bent over and helped her mom up. Arjun watched as the
odd mom-daughter pair made their way into the bedroom and sat on
the bed’s edge.

Seema knew she would have to lie. She couldn’t risk revealing her
blackmailer and risking the videos and photos being released.
Even as she cried into her daughter’s perky breasts she realised
she would have to tell her she did this of her own accord. Which
was infinitely more difficult and humiliating.

“I’m so sorry Prathi baby, I - I don’t know what came over me.
Your dad has been away so long and Oh! I’m so sorry! I -uh- had
just come to check you wouldn't catch me and I got carried away,
oh Prathi I’m so sorry.. Oh God what have I done” Seema knew how
stupid it sounded even as she said it. But lucky for her Prathi
was too concerned about her mom to notice.

“It’s okay, it’s fine mom. Just relax okay? Let me get you some
water” Pratiksha stood up and realized she was still naked.
Suddenly uncomfortable she threw on a top and rushed to the
kitchen to get some water. Her head was spinning - the entire
event was weird and dirty but the fact her mom came so hard when
caught by her daughter confused Pratiksha the most. But she knew
the breakdown her mom was going through and decided not to press
anymore. She returned with the water and her mom had already gone
to her parent’s bedroom.

Seema was crying but was just glad Pratiksha hadn’t noticed the
phone. She rushed back to her room and threw the phone away as
her daughter showed up. In her hand was also the slick hairbrush
that she had grabbed off the floor. They didn’t speak as she had
water. Silently, both of them decided there was no way to make
sense of what had happened - the best thing was to let it slip
into the past.

Little did they know that their lives were getting transformed
beyond recognition.

Dinner was a silent affair that night. Both ladies turned into
bed immediately after that.

*****

Savitha was the first to wake up at the cottage in Delhi. She was
still hungover and tired from what had happened last night, but
knew that a maid was a maid at the end of the day. She had
groggily gone to the washroom to take a piss, her excitement
momentarily tingling as she saw her worn out daughter asleep by
the commode. She exited the bathroom and walked through the
bedroom and living room into the kitchen. Rahul, Sohail and
Shankar were all still exhausted from using the mother and
daughter last night, and were asleep all over the place.

Despite the total contrast of the atmosphere compared to last
night, Savitha was happy. It’s not everyday that she could make
twenty thousand rupees and have an exciting night. She was
dreaming of all the alcohol she could buy with the money. Even as
she flipped chapathis on the pan, she knew she would gladly sell
her daughter over and over again for money. Well, now that Rashmi
wasn’t a virgin in any of her holes anymore, she may not fetch
the same amount but what the hell, frequency can compensate
figured Savitha.

Lost in her thought she didn’t realize that Shankar had woken up
and walked into the kitchen, only to see Savitha’s heavy naked
ass from behind as she cooked. He went forward and wrapped his
arms around her 43” hips, the soft flesh supple in his tight grip
and kissed the surprised maid in the neck. A gasp of shock and
pleasure escaped her mouth as Shankar slowly parted her pussy
lips and rubbed her clit while sucking on her neck and shoulders.
She moaned with desire and by reflex widened her legs to give
better access. She could feel his body pressed behind her back
and the beginning of his impending erection on  the small of her
back. Shankar spun her around in his arms and locked his lips
with hers. Their tongues snaked into each others mouths as her
enormous breasts were squashed into his hairy chest. She reached
between them and grabbed his cock slowly tugging at it as it grew
in her hands. Unhappy with the pace of its hardening, Savitha
broke the kiss and went down on her knees, kissing Shankar all
the way down. He groaned as Savitha swallowed his cock in one
shot and started giving her world class blow job. She kept
shoving her face down, making choking and slurping noises as he
hardened fully. Unable to control Shankar grabbed her head and
began fucking it. But Savitha had other plans.

She quickly got up and turned off the stove. Moving a little away
she bent forward, resting her fat upper body on the counter top
facing the living room. Then she reached behind her and caught
Shankar’s dick. Pulling it forward, she opened her cunt lips and
introduced his cockhead to her vagina. He knew what to do. He
grabbed her fleshy hips and slid his erect cock into her waiting
wet pussy.

“Oh Saab” Savitha moaned hungrily feeling the dick fill her.

Shankar responded by fucking her hard. He puffed and grunted as
moved like a piston. The sight and sound of her fat loose ass
slapping against him made him even hornier. Savitha was
thoroughly enjoying the extra ferocity. Both parties knew their
orgasms were very close.

Suddenly the sensed a movement in front of them. Continuing to
fuck they looked forward, only to to see Rashmi standing there.
She had woken up when her mom used the washroom earlier and
followed her later. Her face and eyes had a lost expression, she
was clearly haunted from last night’s experience. Even though she
had wrapped her body in a towel she found in the bathroom, the
cuts and bruises could be seen all over her.

The sad plight of the girl sent Shankar and Savitha over the
edge. Grunting and screaming they both came. He emptied his load
in her as she quivered around his dick. Then they calmed down,
breathing heavily, before Shankar finally pulled out with a plop.
He gave a playful spank on her enormous ass as Savitha giggled.
She stayed down tired as his cum started leaking out of her pussy
onto the kitchen floor. Rashmi watched everything.

Shankar left for the washroom to freshen himself, ignoring Rashmi
as he walked past her. Savitha finally stood up, her squashed
boobs regaining their freedom. Her soft flesh shook all over her
body. She didn’t know what to tell her daughter. Not that she was
concerned, it was just awkward.

“Beti do you want any breakfast?” she asked casually, turning the
stove on once more.

Tears formed in Rashmi’s eyes as her betraying mother ignored her
suffering. But the fact was that she was completely drained and
extremely hungry. She nodded her head crying, knowing that there
was no real care in her mother’s offer.

Detached, Savitha placed some rotis and gravy on the table in
front of were Rashmi had sat down. Trying to control her tears,
Rashmi started eating slowly just as they both noticed Rahul walk
into the room, smiling.

They also immediately noticed he was completely naked and his
cock was completely erect, poking up into the air in front of
him. Savitha guessed what he wanted correctly. Paying no heed to
the girl in the room, Rahul made Savitha sit on the table and
spread her legs open high in the air. He made her hold her legs
up like that. This position was very uncomfortable for Savitha
and also she wasn’t really in the mood having just gotten fucked.
But she didn’t say anything because she she knew that the men
called all the shots. Her body was just a toy to them. Rahul sunk
his cock in her pussy and started fucking her.

Just a foot away, Rashmi sat having her breakfast, trying her
best to block out the sight and sound of her mom getting fucked
like a whore next to her.


Part 13

Rahul gripped the tender slightly sagging but heavy and big boobs
of Savitha tightly in his hands, as though holding the reins of a
horse, while fucking her pussy. Savitha was experiencing a lot of
discomfort from her bent posture and the pain in her breasts. She
was trying to grip her pussy muscles as hard as possible in an
attempt to make Rahul empty his load again. Her efforts were
paying off. Rahul increased his pace grunting getting ready to
spill when he had an idea.

Pulling himself out of Savitha, he turned to her daughter. Rashmi
froze while eating as she realized Rahul’s attention was on her.
He took his erect and wet cock in his hand and started jacking
off hard. Savitha was too busy stretching and massaging her boobs
to notice anything. He stepped towards Rashmi as he was about to
cum such that his dick was right in Rashmi’s face. Then with
great difficulty and pleasure he aimed his cock into a side of
her plate and came heavily. Rashmi watched in horror as the
jumping dick deposited load after load of white sticky smelly
jizz on the plate she was eating from. With a final pump he
emptied himself.

“There, I have given you a flavorful side dish for your
breakfast! Be a good girl and continue eating except use my cum
as a chutney!” Rahul started laughing

The very idea repulsed Rashmi and she felt her stomach feel
funny. She didn’t move.

“Maybe I should call Sohail?”

The mention of the name was enough for her to get into action.
She started crying again, but took a piece of the roti, dipped it
in the curry and then in Rahul’s cum. With shivering hands, she
slowly moved her hand to her mouth, disgusted at the long string
of cum stuck between her food and the plate. With great
difficulty she placed the food in her mouth. She cried out loud
and harder without moving her jaw looking at Rahul for mercy.
Alas there was none to be found. Slowly she started chewing, her
teenage face a beautiful mix of suffering and disgust. Then after
a humongous effort, she swallowed it and held her face in her
hands.

‘Oh god when will this suffering end? I would rather die!’ she
thought but there was no escape. She had learnt from Sohail that
obedience was the best way to “reduce” her pain.

Much to Rahul’s delight, the crying girl finished her entire meal
- including all of his cum.

“Please can I have some water?” the sobbing girl begged.

“Of Course my dear! you deserve it!” responded Rahul. He grabbed
a glass from the table and kept it at the end of the table. Then
he placed his dick inside it and started pissing in it. The
yellow fluid guzzled and filled up the glass quickly and he had
to stop before he was done. Rashmi’s tears renewed because she
knew what was coming. For a moment, she thought Rahul would have
actually given her water. “Go ahead baby”

Hands trembling. Rashmi reached forward and picked up the glass
and sipped from it. It was very warm and both tasted and smelt
horrible. Somehow she managed to swallow, then gulp down the rest
of the glass in the process. She placed the glass on the table
and grabbed her stomach as it lurched trying to keep from puking
everything out. When she recovered she heard the hissing sound of
the glass filling again.

“No! Please! I had it! I only needed that much… water… please! I
am done!”

“Baby, you are done I am not” said Rahul as he moved the next
glass towards a defeated Rashmi.

She had to drink two and a half glasses more before Rahul had
fully emptied his bladder. Luckily for both mother and daughter
Sohail was still asleep and it was time to leave. However, Rashmi
could no longer be let outside freely. While Savitha dressed up,
Shankar made Rashmi smell some chloroform to knock her out. He
then dumped her in the boot of his car. Savitha joined them and
the three of them drove to Savitha’s remote and old house. There,
Shankar put Rashmi in her room, which had an attached bathroom,
and locked the door from outside. He kept the key with himself.
Of course handling the unconscious naked girl had given him a
hard on. Savitha took care of it with a quick blow job and then
he left.

He thought about the action packed evening and morning that had
transpired. And yet he knew the best lay ahead of him. He was
glad he was able to fully enjoy life as he wants despite having a
wife and daughter who lead normal respectable lives.

Little did he know that there was nothing normal or respectable
about his wife and daughter going on in Bangalore.

****

Seema and Pratiksha hardly spoke that morning. Seema’s head was
one part filled with shame and other with fear, constantly
waiting for that message from her new cruel and unknown owner.
For the first time in her life, she didn't ask Pratiksha to have
her breakfast when her daughter got ready and left for her class.
Her head was so messed up she didn't even remember to ask her.

Pratiksha on the other hand was mostly just confused. She put on
some matching underwear, a petite top and a skirt that came to
her knees. As she checked herself out in the mirror on the
bathroom door, images of her mother came flashing back. She knew
she would have to get over it.

‘There’s no way I can talk about it to anyone!’ she realized

Her boyfriend Vinay was waiting for her with his car a little
away from her apartments. She quickly hopped in the car.

“Hey sexy” said a smiling Vinay. Pratiksha could tell he was
horny. It became evident when he started rubbing her thighs over
her skirt.

“Vinay no… not today. I am, um, worried about… our exams… and
yeah I’m not exactly in the mood”.  ‘Shit, I hope he doesn't
realize’ she thought. He didn’t. He kept playing with her thigh.
‘Man he was unusually horny today, we just met’

“Don’t worry baby, I know how to get rid of your worries” he
winked.
“Vinay please no, let’s just go to class”
“Are you sure about that baby? I have a surprise for you”

That’s when Pratiksha realized she was in lesser mood for class
and a bunch of people than naughty time with Vinay.

“Come on baby you know I always help you relax” He slid his hand
further upward and inward of her thigh, then gently squeezed over
her skirt.

Familiar feelings of lust started forming in her head. ‘Oh what
the hell, I am trying to forget the whole incident - a good
session with Vinay will definitely help’ But of course being
egotistic she couldn’t let him know that right away. “Okay fine
Vinay… If you really want to”. She tried to act cool. The
hypocrisy didn’t strike her - she was the same person who would
beg to get fucked hard when she was horny.

Vinay smiled at her, placed his hands on the wheels and started
driving to his farmhouse. He was ticked off that the girl was
showing attitude to him after he had gone and picked her up from
her house. ‘Spoilt bitch takes everything for granted’ he
thought. Pratiksha remained lost in her own world throughout the
trip. ‘Fuck, she is completely ignoring me now too. So fucking
thankless’

The moment they entered the bedroom, they attacked each other.
Pratiksha knew this was going to be loveless sex. He was horny
and she wanted to forget things. Vinay began expertly kissing her
in all her sensitive zones. They groped each other’s body and
fell into the bed rolling around. He quickly removed her top and
bra, freeing her perky milky tits. He moved his lips onto them
and sucked them, inciting a drawn out moan from Pratiksha. Still
sucking her nipples, he made her lie down flat on her back, now
only in her skirt and panties. She was looking like a teenage
pornstar with her skirt having risen all the way up her thighs.
Pratiksha was lost in the sensations of his mouth and body on her
as he gently raised her arms upward.

For a moment, she didn't register the cold touch of steel on her
wrists. But then the solid click around her hands she noticed.
Breaking out of the mood she leaned her head backwards to see
that Vinay had locked her wrists in a handcuff, with the chain
running through one of the metal bars on the head of the bed. She
tugged her arm instinctively, but to no avail.

“Vinay! what the fuck do you think you are doing” she hissed
struggling against the cuffs.
“Baby remember your surprise?” he said with an evil grin.
“Vinay. Let me go. Now, I swear ….. “

She suddenly stopped talking as she she saw a sight that made her
shrink inside. Vinay had gotten up and moved off the bed. Behind
him were 12 of their male college mates. All of them totally
naked.


Part 14

Pratiksha couldn’t form any words for a few moments as her brain
tried to process the situation. All she could see was the gleeing
faces of her classmates, some of them slowly stroking their
cocks. The fact that she was completely naked except for her
panties and her skirt around her hips didn’t strike her yet. The
vulnerable exposed body made all the boys cocks stir. As they
started exploring every inch of her body with their eyes,
Pratiksha suddenly became conscious again. She renewed her
struggles to escape the handcuff, but it only hurt her wrist. And
raise her skirt even further till her pink panties’ crotch was
clearly visible. The boys started moving towards the bed from all
directions.

“Vinay, let me fucking go now!” it was a scream.

“You guys ready?!” said Vinay

And suddenly the environment in the room changed. Like a spell
suddenly broke, the guys all started cheering and hooting
vulgarly.

“You know the rules boys!”

“Yeah!” came the collective reply from the horny guys. They knew
the rules alright. Vinay had guaranteed them protection as long
as they stuck to his rules. He knew he had enough dirt on her
that if she tried to do anything he could get her kicked out of
her family and ruin her life. He also knew that Pratiksha knew
the influence Vinay’s dad had. Yes, he could easily get away with
this. He carefully selected the guys that Pratiksha always
ignored the most at college thanks to her attitude. These were
the students who despised Pratiksha’s arrogant nature and really
wanted to see her suffer. Of Course Vinay was no fool to just
walk them into this arrangement. He had been planning this day
for quite sometime, especially for his own safety. Each of them
had to make a confession on video and also the entire activity in
the bedroom was being taped. The activity being that they all got
a chance to fuck her pussy with a condom and that’s it. No
touching her body, no kissing nothing - no marks on her body
whatsoever was the strictest rule. Vinay wasn’t doing it to give
these desperate guys a chance - he just wanted to teach his cocky
girlfriend a lesson.

Pratiksha started screaming as a last resort. Vinay however had
prepared for this and in less than two seconds shoved a cloth
full into her mouth. A muffled moan was the best she could do
now. Looking fearfully into Vinay’s eyes she began frantically
striking her legs around as she felt her legs being grabbed and
pulled apart. Vinay completely ignored his struggling girlfriend
and watched as two guys, one with each leg, slid her calf in
between a bent pillow and sat on it to keep her legs spread open.
Now her skirt was around her waist. The thong like panties left
little to the imagination. Her slender body was shaking rapidly
with her heavy breathing, her supple breasts gently moving up and
down. The sight alone was enough to give these inexperienced guys
a full hard on.

Vinay leaned over the bed and cut away her panties, which he
wanted to keep as a memento of this beautiful day.Then he tugged
her skirt even upwards, till it was right below her boobs, her
stomach exposed all the way to her pussy lips.

Hysterically crying now, Pratiksha struggled to crane her neck,
with her arms tied above, to see her body totally exposed as the
first guy got between her legs. She could hear the cheering from
all the other guys, encouraging him to fuck her. Atleast he was
wearing a condom on his fully erect penis. She watched in horror
as he kept two hands by her side and came on top of her, but not
resting his body on her. Her breath came in panicked puffs as she
felt his cockhead poke at her vagina’s opening. Then he used his
hand to adjust the angle a bit before the inevitable happened.
His cock slowly but surely slid into her pussy. Then he started
fucking her.

She could see from his mixed expression of joy, worry and doubt
that this was his first time. The poor guy didn’t even know how
to fuck properly. The fact that a loser like this was raping her
just stabbed Pratiksha’s image of herself even more. Disgust
joined her feelings of fear and helplessness.

The first guy was hardly above her for 5mins before awkwardly
pulling out and throwing away the condom. She was confused- he
clearly hadn’t come yet. Turns out Vinay had agreed to let them
do one more thing. Holding his cock in his hands, he masturbated
furiously and came all over her stomach. The thick ropes of cum
kept shooting, filling her navel and overflowing down the sides
of her slim waist. Pratiksha nearly puked from the sight and
desperately wanted to wipe it away. But alas eleven boys
remained.

The second, third and fourth guy all did the same thing, each
adding to the pool of cum her stomach had become. Pratiksha’s
head was spinning in shame and disgust, more than fear now.

“Honey, do you see what arrogant bitches like you get in life”
Vinay calmly asked, still completely dressed in contrast to
everyone else in the room. “You thought so much about yourself
despite you being nothing” he added as the fifth guy entered her.
He pumped in her mechanically and greedily for 10mins before
pulling out and cumming on her tummy.

The sixth guy entered her. By now Pratiksha had lost her senses
and was simply staring into the ceiling, the occasional grunt
from a hard thrust into her pussy. “I get it when girls that
actually wield some influence or power pull of the ego stunts you
do. But you baby? You are just an empty can making the biggest
racket” the sixth guy came and moved away. The seventh took his
place and started pumping into her. Vinay kept his monologue of
insult going on in the background. Suddenly she realized she was
feeling a newer additional feeling.

‘Wait it can’t be’ she thought as the seventh guy pulled out.
Except this time she felt an emptiness, a feeling of need. One of
incompleteness. The eighth boy put his junk in her. By now her
pussy lips had become extremely sore and was giving her a burning
sensation of pain. But as her rapist fucked her, Pratiksha’s
feeling were confirmed. She was getting turned on. The constant
drawl of Vinay in the background only seemed to enhance her
feeling. She was really getting warmed up into the fucking but
suddenly the cock was pulled out and she felt the now familiar
warm splash on her stomach. She could sense the massive amount of
cum sticking and drying all around her waist like a wide belt.
The smell also reached her nose. But nothing mattered, Pratiksha
was just waiting for guy number nine.

Except the same thing happened all over again, he came before she
could achieve her own orgasm. This happened with the tenth and
eleventh guy too, each time she was getting closer to her
release, but just not close enough.

By the time the twelfth guy got between her legs, Pratiksha’s
pussy was paining badly. But she didn’t care - her hips were high
in the air trying to suck the cock into her pussy. FInally the
twelfth guy started fucking her and Pratiksha knew this was it.
Her legs and hands were still immobile, only her ass moved up and
down as the last guy fucked her hard.

Pratiksha came moaning loudly into her gag, her entire body taut
with pleasure. She flung her limbs forward causing the handcuff
to ring roundly against the metal on the bed and the guys holding
her legs down had to use additional pressure to keep her still.
She grunted and shivered as the best orgasm of her life exploded
within her. her clenching pussy muscles did not give the poor guy
a chance, he came heavily into the condom as he fucked her.
Pratiksha’s orgasm only subsided a minute after he pulled his
cock out of her. Then, as per the plan, the guys all simply left
the room, leaving Vinay sitting on the bed and Pratiksha still
restrained but with a huge amount of cum all over stomach. The
thick liquid was gently rippling as her muscles relaxed from the
intense orgasm she had experienced.


Part 15

Arjun followed the auto rickshaw in front of his car at a safe
distance. Inside the auto was his toy Seema. He knew it because
he had ordered her to take this trip. After spending some time in
front of the monitors observing the Shankar household’s ladies,
he had decided to kick things up a notch.

He waited for Pratiksha to leave before texting Seema to get
ready for a trip to the mall. He watched on his screen as the
chubby housewife stripped and headed to the washroom. He felt his
cock twitch as he watched the unsuspecting mother take a quick
shower. By the time she was done Arjun had sent her specific
instructions on what to wear. He saw her flinch in embarrassment
before replying “Yes Sir” and going about following instructions.

Driving carefully, Arjun smiled to himself as he realized the
auto driver would have surely adjusted the rear view mirrors to
check out the hot milf sitting in the backseat. She was dressed
in a dark grey tight and stretching kurta and a white pair of
leggings. Both he knew where a size too small for the plump lady
and all her curves were obscenely highlighted. The only redeeming
thing was that she had been asked to wear to bra and panties.

As they reached a particularly crowded signal, two bikes, each
with two labourers, happened to stop on either side of the auto.
Arjun looked on delighted as four heads were turned toward the
inside of the auto, checking out the occupant unashamedly.

Seema felt as though the clothes she wore were like a second
skin. She could sense that there were four pair of eyes gawking
at her hungrily. She tried to ignore them looking dead ahead only
to know that the fifth pair of eyes on here were that of the auto
driver in the mirror. He was looking straight at her chest. The
low wide neck of the top gave a rather generous view of her
cleavage before stretching out tightly over her massive boobs.
She knew that these men were stripping her in their heads. She
also knew that was beginning to turn her on. She crossed her legs
involuntarily. She sensed a sudden excitement in her viewers and
a coolness on her sides. She reddened as she realized that her
kurta was so short and the slit on the sides so high that both
sides of her midriff had become exposed through triangle windows.
Hurriedly she adjusted her kurta as the men all chuckled silently
and the vehicles started moving again. Finally, she reached the
mall. She was glad for a moment to see the auto driver leave, but
quickly realized her day was just getting started as the security
guard at the mall eyed her before she even entered. Her shame was
interrupted by her phone buzzing.

Unknown- Hello Seema. Enjoyed your ride?

‘Wait, what he was seeing me?!’ she thought

Unknown - Head to the nearest clothing shop. and go into the
trial room.

Seema was wondering what was going on. Nevertheless, she entered
a pantaloons, grabbed come dress and walked into a trial room.
She realized what was going on. He was here. Her blackmailer was
at the mall.

Seema - I’m here Sir
Unknown - Now strip completely. Remove your bra and panties,
place them in your bag. Then put on only your kurta and leggings
and exit the shop. You have 5mins.

Seema felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Her head screamed no
but she knew she didn’t have a choice. Trembling, she undressed,
kept her underclothes away and wore the kurta and leggings. Her
eyes popped out when she saw how lewd she looked in the mirror.
The weight and shape of her now unrestricted boobs pushed into
the flimsy kurta, making their shape prominent. Every move she
moved, she realized the gentle sway of her breasts could be seen
if one was looking for it. Also her long nipples could be made
out even though her top was dark grey in color. She realized she
was going to look like a whore walking around the mall and that's
exactly what her tormentor wanted. The thought made her cringe in
her head and wet in her pussy. Then immediately she realized her
next problem. She knew that whatever humiliation her unknown
owner had planned for her, she was going to get extremely turned
on whether she wanted to or not. And she would leak directly into
her thin white leggings.

Unknown - One minute left

Seema summoned every ounce of courage she had and rushed out of
the trial room and then the shop.

She felt as though she were naked. She felt as though every eye
in the mall was turned on her. In her entire life she had never
felt so exposed. She felt her crotch get warmer. ‘Oh god why me?!
Why am I so unlucky?’ she thought.

She of course didn't know that at that moment was she was less
unlucky than her 16 year old daughter who was busy getting raped
by a dozen classmates of hers.

Unknown - My, my don’t you look fabulous

He was watching her. He was somewhere around her.


Part 16

Unknown - By now you know that I’m somewhere around you. But
don’t bother looking for me, you will never find me. So simply
obey if you want to keep the pictures and videos from being all
over the internet. Today is going to be full of new experiences
for you. Tune your brain to immediate and absolute obedience,
else you know what will happen. I have warned you.

Seema realized that things were just getting started.

Seema - Yes Sir. I’ll obey you. Just please don’t release those
videos.
Unknown - Walk a little ahead and to your left will be a counter
selling mobile phone accessories. Go all the way to the corner of
that shop and lean forward on the counter so that your breasts
are resting on it. Then when the sales boy comes to you, do not
dare move. Speak nothing to him. Simply give him your phone with
my next message opened. Whatever happens you will not move till
he returns your phone. And oh you don’t read my next message
before giving him the phone. Don’t dissapoint me.

Seema’s heart was thumping. A stranger! A totally random stranger
was being dragged into this. She had a very bad feeling about
this.

She walked ahead and found that the corner of the counter was
actually secluded from the mall. And there was just one sales
boy. Taking a deep breath, clutching her bag and phone in one
hand, she walked towards the shop. Then, her face masked in
shame, she heaved her chest upwards, as if lifting her juicy tits
and leaned against the edge of the counter such that it touched
her chest below her breasts. Then she relaxed her chest and back.
Immediately like a pair of water balloons her braless breasts
spread over the counter top, the underside flat on the glass. The
two globs shook like jelly as they came to a rest.

The salesboy came walking casually and then froze in his tracks
as he saw the vulgar posture that the lady was in. His eyes were
stuck to her mesmerizing tits showcased on the counter in her
kurta. He finally reached her and realized that the lady wasn't
wearing a bra underneath! he could clearly see her nipples poking
out of the soft flesh under the fabric. He suddenly came to his
senses and thought he will be in trouble for staring as he tore
his eyes away from his customer’s boobs and looked at her face.
But she only had a look of confusion and embarrassment on her
face.

“Yes ma’am, how can I help you?”

Seema broke a sweat. She still hadn’t gotten the text from her
assailant. But she remembered she wasn’t to say a word to the
sales boy.

“Ma’am?”

Awkwardly she smiled at the sales boy, all the while knowing her
boobs were on display. ‘What the hell am I doing?!’ she thought.
Her phone buzzed. Breathing a sigh of relief, she opened the
message and quickly handed the phone over to the sales boy.

As he read the message, Seema saw the confusion on his face
change to surprise and then to a naughty grin as he looked back
at her. Then almost in slow motion Seema saw as he extended his
arm and grabbed her left breast.

“Huh” a suppressed scream escaped her mouth as it took every bit
of her inner strength to not move away remembering her owner’s
orders. Her face turned a deep shade of crimson as the now
smiling sales boy began to pump her left breast. She managed to
somehow not move or make any noise until he took the squeezing up
another notch and really began squashing her left tit into the
countertop. “Mmhg” groaned Seema in suppressed pain and humility.
All of this happening in a mall during daylight. Then suddenly,
giving one last sharp pinch to her soft flesh, he left her and
handed her phone back, still smiling. Seema grabbed her phone and
walked away, right into the crowd of the mall who had no idea
about what had just happened.

Seema had become incredibly wet. She knew that the panty-less
crotch of her leggings was soaked in her leaking pussy juices. A
stranger had just squeezed her breasts. She had let him. She
never felt more alive in her life. As she walked blindly, she
checked the message that the sales boy had read - Hey there! I’m
on a dare from my friends. I’m not allowed to speak anything. Can
you please squeeze anyone of my boobs for at least 30 secs?
Please? Don’t be shy, i need it. And oh be rough also please. I’m
waiting thank you! :* ;) .

She whacked into someone standing in her path. For a moment her
boobs were crushed into the man standing in front of her, before
she staggered backwards finding her feet. As her sense began to
orient again, she realized that the man seemed oddly familiar.
Then, just as she realized who it was, her senses took another
bash when she heard how the man she knew had just addressed her.

“Hello Seema slut”

“Ar-Arjun..” She herself didn’t recognize the tone of confusion
that she spoke.

*****

Vinay rubbed his girlfriend's long hair as she recovered from her
orgasmic 12 man gang rape. Once she opened her eyes and the full
impact of what had just happened hit her, she began to sob. Vinay
watched delighted as the cum on her stomach danced as she took
ragged breaths. He had a huge boner and madly wanted to fuck her
but he contained himself. This was about sending a message. And
having fun later.

“There, there, it’s all over for now” he calmed her. He removed
the handcuffs. “Go and have a shower. Clean yourself up”

Still crying, she stood up causing her skirt to fall on the
floor. She had nothing on her except the layers of cum coating
her stomach. She walked towards the washroom, staring at it. All
the cum of her school friends that she despised. She wanted to
puke. The now thickened liquid was slowly flowing down to her
upper thigh. She hurried a little bit and finally got in the
shower. Turning it on at high heat, She stood in the scalding
water as she cried. Using some soap, she washed her body. She had
to hold down the contents of her stomach as she rubbed away the
dried cum around her waist. Her sore pussy burned when she tried
to wash it. Then she dried herself using a couple of towels and
wrapped them around her.

She came out of the bathroom to see Vinay sitting facing her,
with his jeans around his ankles. He had his erect cock in his
hand, stroking it slowly. He called her towards him. Still
dazzled and lost from her rape, she moved towards him knowing
what he wanted. Then she sat in between his legs on the floor and
put her mouth around his cock. She bobbed her mouth on his dick
as she gave the most mechanical and emotionless blowjob she had
ever given in his life. Not that it was a bad blowjob - Vinay
actually enjoyed the lifeless face as she sucked him off. Already
excited from watching the events earlier, he came quickly and
heavily. She swallowed without any comment and just sat on the
ground.

“Better dress up, Let’s go get something to eat. I’m hungry.” he
told her as he pulled up his pants.

There were two tears on her face as she put on her clothes. She
didn’t even bother asking for her panties. Soon both of them were
in Vinay’s car. Silently, they left the bungalow and drove
towards the city. Vinay pulled over at a pizza joint.

‘Time for the most critical conversation’ thought Vinay as he was
placing the order.


Part 17

 At first glance, the couple sitting at the corner of the coffee
shop would have seemed pretty normal to anyone. However a closer
inspection would have revealed a little more. The woman was
clearly older than the guy by a couple of years. Also, she was
clearly dressed quite sluttily - her outfit was not even coming
close to containing her voluminous assets properly.

Seem was still in disbelief as she sat across the table to Arjun.
He had simply held her hand and walked into the coffee shop,
picking a table that was out of earshot and clear sight from the
rest of the seating. Arjun hadn’t spoken a word.

“Can I get your order?” Her confusion was distracted by the
waiter’s appearance at their table. As expected the waiter’s eyes
were glued to the braless chest’s shape under Seema’s top. She
knew that it was so obvious that it really wasn’t the people’s
fault that they were unable to take their eyes off. Seema wiggled
awkwardly under the stranger’s stare but that just shook her
fluid flesh more.

“Two lattes please” said Arjun, smiling. He was enjoying the
uncomfortable position that the waiter and Seema were in. “Make
them strong please. We really didn't get much sleep last night -
if you know what I mean” he added, winking at the waiter.

Seema turned a shade redder as the waiter smiled knowingly and
headed away. Of Course he didn’t know that Arjun simply lied to
make Seema feel uncomfortable.

“So Seema, are you enjoying your new life?” They both knew how
rhetorical the question was. As if she had any real choice.

“Arjun… Why are you doing this?” She felt so helpless.

“Because I want to. And if you ever address me again by my name
alone without any respect, I will make you suck every cock in
this coffee shop” He said casually, still smiling like the devil.
Seema, shocked, couldn't even respond. Seeing a person in front
of her, she had momentarily forgotten he was the face of the man
who “owned” her. She was only just beginning to realize that this
was the plan all along. Things were only beginning, she now knew.
“Why don’t you apologize like the good girl that you are?”

“I’m sorry.. Sir..” It felt so weird. She hadn’t called anyone
“Sir” in a very long time.

“As long as you show me complete obedience and respect, things
will work out very well for us. Otherwise, it can get quite ugly
- for you. Isn’t that right slut?”

Seema nodded her head, looking down.

“I can’t fucking hear you cunt” Seema looked up in fear. There
was no anger in his voice, no hurry. She knew that he knew he had
complete and total control over her. He would never have to be
angry or desperate to get anything from her - she would have to
give it to him anyway.

“Yes- Sir, I.. will be obedient and respectful” she bowed her
head again as she said this out of shame.

“We shall see. From today onwards, the primary purpose of your
life is going to be to serve me.” He removed his phone from his
pocket and started playing a video, a slideshow with her lewd
clips and photos. “Your emotions, respect, morality everything is
of lesser importance. Your daughter, husband and parents are all
only relevant after your ownership by me” Tears flowed down her
plump cheeks as she watched the video and heard his words. She
knew she didn’t have a say.

“Yes Sir” she sighed.

“Good. Then wipe away your tears and stop crying. The time for
that comes later.” The video stopped playing, the last frame
staying on the display. It was the first photo she had sent him,
the full frontal nude selfie. He kept the phone on the table as
she wiped away her tears.

“Your coffee”. She heard the waiter and knew he would be checking
her out. Except he wasn’t. It was on the table. She followed his
line of sight and froze cold as she realized he was staring at
the completely naked picture of hers on Arjun’s phone. She looked
at Arjun with panicked and pleading eyes, but he indicated her to
stand down. She was in shock as she realized that a total
stranger, a waiter at a coffee shop, knew what she looked like
completely naked. The waiter’s eyes were on the display as he set
both of their coffees down.

“She is quite a handful, isn’t she?” Arjun asked the waiter, as
though Seema and he were a playful experimenting couple.

“Yes, Yes she is sir” the waiter responded still mesmerized by
the fleshy nude goddess on the phone.

“But I think she is a tad fat” Arjun added.

The waiter’s eyes opened wide. Surely, no woman would tolerate
someone calling her fat! Certainly not even when two men were
seeing a naked picture of her while she was sitting right next to
them!

“Er, Uhm I think.. She looks fine sir”

“Nonsense! She is definitely a little extra aren’t you Seema?”

The waiter was speechless. As was Seema, who stared at Arjun in
horror.

“I asked you a question” Arjun’s voice was firm

“Yes, Yes I am” she whispered, her head looking firmly at the
ground now.

“You are a fat pig slut aren’t you?” Arjun prompted her

“Ye-Yes Sir”

“What are you baby?” Arjun asked gently.

“I am a fat pig slut, Sir”

The waiter couldn’t believe this was happening. He had become
incredibly turned on, and his erection was showing through his
pants.

“There, there pig slut, look you have turned on our waiter” Arjun
leaned back looking at both of them, as Seema made an involuntary
glance at the waiter while the waiter himself became embarrassed.

“Now pig slut, we can’t just have you turn men on and not take
care of them can we?” Arjun asked with a disapproving tone.

“No Sir, we can’t-” her automatic response was cut short as she
realized what she was saying meant. She looked at Arjun with
fear, praying he wasn’t serious. But he was.

“That’s my girl. Now listen very carefully, remember our
discussion regarding obedience earlier” while speaking he used
his phone for a moment, then showed his phone to her. It was a
drafted email with a few attachments. His finger was on the send
button. She knew what it meant. “Since our friend the waiter is
standing up and his back can be seen by others, he obviously
can’t do anything. Which means you will have to do all the work.
I want you to unzip his hands and take out his cock before giving
him a good hand job.” He paused. “If you are fine with it Sir” he
asked the waiter.

While the waiter nodded in shock and horniness, Seema almost
fainted. Simply hearing all that from someone else was too much,
let alone her acting on it. She began to speak, but Arjun just
held up his phone again. She knew what she had to do.

Trying to be as discreet as possible, Seema unzipped the waiter’s
pants. Then she hesitated for a second, but helplessly she slid
her hand into the opening. The moment she felt the hardness over
the underwear, her hands withdraw with disgust. But again she
moved them in and with trembling hands, grabbed the hot flesh rod
inside the underwear and pulled it out, letting go immediately.

As she watched the now free erect cock bobbing in front of her,
she realized never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed
that she would even see or touch another cock apart from her
husbands penis or that even if she did it would be of someone
whose name she didn't even know. And yet here was was, about to
do far more - give a  hand job. With revulsion, she reached her
right hand forward again and softly grabbed the stranger’s hard
throbbing dick, as the man stood at their table.

Arjun took a sip of his coffee delighted. Seema hadn’t yet
realized that he was now taking a video of the activity happening
at the table and the waiter didn’t care. “The slower you are, the
longer he takes” he remarked.

Seema knew it to be true. She tried her level best to suppress
her fear and disgust and decided to get it over with. She held
the cock tighter, as the waiter silently grunted. Luckily their
table was in a corner that was simply not very visible. Of course
all this was preplanned by Arjun. He knew there no cameras here
too. She started stroking the waiter’s cock just like she used to
Shankars, her husband. The waiter struggled to control his
pleasure. But he wasn’t the only one. Seema felt the wetness
between her legs return. She was enjoying this. Being forced to
jack off a total stranger in a public coffee shop was turning her
on. This lowered her inhibition, and she started stroking the
cock faster as she looked at the waiter. His body was taut and
his face an expression of pure bliss, all a result of Seema’s
handiwork. She felt like a cheap whore. Her pussy and the crotch
of her leggings were a squishy mess when it struck her that she
was worse than a whore - she was doing this for free. Her hands
moved faster and the waiter was on the edge, his thighs pressed
into the tables side, his cock jutting out, ready to explode.

“Here, into this” Arjun said, as he pushed Seema’s cup of coffee
towards the two of them.

Seema could sense it when the waiter was about to come. She
tightly grabbed his cock and aimed it into the cup, giving small
strokes to ensure none of his offering was spilled. Her own
thighs were rapidly opening and closing as he began to cum in
heavy spurts. She did an excellent job of ensuring every last
drop was collected in her coffee cup, even as she watched the
vibrating cock mesmerized, almost with adoration.

Part 18


Everything felt so unbelievable to her. Yet she had never felt
more alive in her life as Arjun and she walked in the mall, him
holding her hand as though they were a couple. Just a few days
back she was a normal housewife, a loving mother and wife and
that’s about it. But here she was now. She had sent a stranger
all kinds of obscene pics and videos of her,spanked her own
breasts, got caught masturbating and cumming by her daughter,
walked around a mall dressed insufficiently, let a stranger
squeeze her breast and then just ten minutes back give a hand job
to a waiter in a coffee shop in the middle of the day. She was
left incredibly horny and ashamed as the waiter walked away from
their table. When Arjun asked her to drink the coffee with the
waiter’s cum in it, Seema almost had an orgasm. Arjun could see
that she was struggling with how horny she was. As she was
sipping the coffee-cum mixture, Arjun asked her to “embrace” her
new found pleasures and pains instead of fighting it. The fact
that her crotch was completely wet and squishing as she walked
through the mall made her realize that it was probably the right
thing to do. She had never felt more excited in her life. The
pleasure and orgasms she got from the shame, fear, pain and
humiliation were the best feelings she had ever had. In her
moment of sexual high she forgot all about her life and family.
For the first time, she smiled at her predicament as Arjun left
her hand and held her around her fleshy waist as they walked.

Then she jerked with shock “Oooh” as his hand dropped to cup her
voluminous ass cheek, with a light grip on her fleshy panty-less
ass. Seema turned red as she realized what the people walking
behind them would have seen. She couldn’t even turn back to  see
if there was anyone. And this was in the open at a mall! Somebody
might even recognize her! But she couldn't bring herself to break
away from his hold. She realized she was beginning to respect the
authority that this monster, Arjun, showed over her. She also
realized that she was beginning to get addicted to this perverted
sexual lifestyle.

Once again, she smiled and looked up at Arjun almost thankfully.

Arjun knew the roller coaster of thoughts going on in his slave’s
mind. He knew it wasn’t as permanent or as depraved as he wanted
it to be. He knew he could have fucked her however he wanted but
it wasn’t sex he was after - No he wanted more. He wanted to
break her, make her worship him, he wanted everything. There was
a lot of work left but it was going be a labour of love.

They walked to the parking lot, with Arjun’s hand gripping her
ass all the way. Finally they reached his big fancy sedan parked
with its boot to the wall. Seema thought he was going to take her
to her home or maybe his home. She hoped it was his home. She
needed him.

She was right, but she was wrong about how it was going to
happen.

“Give me your bag” he told her.

Silently she handed it to to him and watched as he tossed it in
the car. Then he walked to the boot and opened it all the way.
Curious and confused, Seema also went there. Now they were both
standing between the wall and the opened empty boot, mostly not
visible from the rest of the parking lot, yet extremely in the
open. Arjun, again, had planned this.

“I know what you are thinking. We are going somewhere but why is
he opening the boot of the car when he had nothing to keep in it.
Well see that’s where you are wrong” He smiled an evil smile and
gently held the side of her neck and cheek in one hand, caressing
it. This was the first time he was touching her anywhere other
than her hand and it sent shock waves through Seema’s body. “You
see seats are for people. You, my fat pig slut, don’t qualify as
people. Which means you are getting in the boot for the ride
home. So please go ahead.”

Seema was flabbergasted. Her eyes were wide open. ‘God! Was he
going to make me put me in the trunk of his car?! Why would
anyone even do that?’

His hand left her face momentarily, only to come back in a short
but tight slap across her soft face. The pain stung her and the
sound echoed through the empty parking lot. Her cheek burned as
tears formed in her eyes.

“Immediate and absolute obedience, I thought we agreed on this”

Seema nodded dazed and lifted her leg to place in the boot.

“Ah-ah no. You didn’t obey me right away. Also you didn’t
apologize. So I have to make you a little bit more miserable so
that you don’t hesitate to obey me in the future. Strip naked
first and then get in the boot”

“No no please no, somebody might see! I’ll obey you.. Sorry Sir,
but please-” She heard the clap sound again as his palm made
contact with her cheeks again, leaving her with a stinging pain.
This time she knew he meant business, what was she even thinking?
Like he would change his mind.

Seema looked around nervously. They were mostly covered by the
open boot but that was not even close to enough for someone to
get naked and not be seen. If anyone was looking in their
direction they would be seen. And if any of the riders of the
cars next to them chose that time to come, Seema and Arjun would
definitely be caught. Not that Arjun had anything to be worried
about, she was the one about to get naked. She could hear the
echoes of people talking in the background as she contemplated
what she was about to do.

She reached down and held the hem of her top in her hands,
hesitating and looked at Arjun pleading and teary eyed. Seeing no
mercy as usual, she lifted the top over her head, bending forward
so as to not be seen over boot lid. He tits were swaying about as
she crouched with the the removed top in her hand. She noticed
Arjun looking and covered her exposed breasts with one hand. Then
with the other hand she started tugging the waist of her leggings
down as she heard a running car move on the path ahead of them.
The car seemed to stop right ahead of Arjun’s car. Seema started
to panic with her leggings around her knees. The driver of the
other car had obviously seen the open boot and was waiting for
Arjun’s cars parking spot! She quickly stepped out of the pants
and almost jumped into the boot and crouched to stay as hidden as
possible. Arjun took her clothes from her hands and walked away
without closing the boot. Seema was hysterical by now, she could
still her the noise of the waiting cars engine running. Then
Arjun appeared again and tossed something into the boot.

“You better have worn this by the time we reach” he said

Seema watched as he shut the boot and all the light disappeared
with the thud of the cars boot being closed with her inside. She
almost screamed but almost immediately a light in the boot turned
on. She took a few deep breaths just to come to terms with what
was happening when the object Arjun had thrown in the boot and
asked her to wear caught her eye. Her hopes that it was clothes
were quickly dashed and replaced with horror. From her porn
watching habits she immediately recognized the object. It was a
black dildo, not very big or anything, but attached to a set of
leather belts that would go around her like a thong holding the
dildo deep and firm in her pussy.

As Arjun moved his vehicle forward and left, the waiting driver
watched him drive away. If only he knew that there was a naked
38-year old mother figuring out how to wear a dildo in the trunk
of the car ahead of him.

*****

For a few minutes, Vinay watched as his pretty girlfriend ate
pizza silently. Well his pretty girlfriend whose 12 man gang rape
he had arranged. The original plan was of course to just
blackmail her into silence with all the pictures and videos he
had apart from the fact that she knew his family connections
meant he was untouchable. But he realized there was a far better
and profitable angle he could exploit, if he played his cards
correctly.

“So honey enjoyed yourself today?” He asked sarcastically

“Shut the fuck up Vinay, you are in so much trouble when I call
the police and -” she was interrupted by Vinay laughing. She knew
what he was going to say, part of it at least.

“First of all, I know and you know that I can run the cops in
this city - you're not calling anyone. Secondly, don’t forget all
the dirty stuff I have on you - you won’t last a day if all of
that came out. But none of that matters does it?” He leaned
forward intimidatingly. Pratiksha felt a bolt of fear in her.
“You enjoyed it didn’t you. Oh yeah I saw you cum like a slut,
bitch. You weren’t crying or anything. Those stupid guys raping
you may not have seen it, but I saw how desperate you were to get
fucked in the end. Hell if you weren’t tied up you would raped
that poor last guy yourself. So you see I think the most
important that happened today was that we learned how much you
enjoy being forced into a gang bang. You know what I think? I
think you yourself are going to need that experience again
knowing the nymphomaniac slut you are”

Despite how much confidence he displayed, Vinay knew this was a
long shot. But he knew he won the moment he saw her response.
Things were about to get a lot more interesting.

Pratiksha just stared down in guilt at the truth in Vinay’s
words. She knew it was the best orgasm she had ever experienced.
She knew she wanted to experience it again. ‘Fuck I am so messed
up’ she thought ‘Who the hell gets gang raped and at the end is
mostly worried about if she can experience the same pleasure
again? Who even enjoys being gang raped?’

Vinay remained silent, letting her fall into her own trap.

“It wasn’t the rape part” she said silently. Vinay’s victory was
sealed. “I, I don’t know what happened. It was just the fact that
so many guys… wanting me, using me… I have never felt anything
like that before”

‘Classic Pratiksha’ thought Vinay. Even getting raped by a group
she was still obsessed with guys “wanting” her. But this he could
use, this he could work with.

“You know how much of a loving and caring boyfriend I am Prathi
baby. I’ll make sure you experience the feeling so many times,
don’t you worry”

She looked at him nervously, but the glint of dirty curiosity in
her eyes is what Vinay was excited about.