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.