I woke up when the rays of the late morning sun pierced through the curtains. A few seconds after I opened my eyes, my body registered the pain in my groin. I touched my vagina and a pulse of pain surged through my body.
I looked down and noticed it was still red from last night. The nightmare was real! My pussy was sore to touch, and my face was aching from the barrage of slaps I received throughout the night. The torn remains of the neckties were still wrapped tightly around my wrist and under those, I could see visible red bruises on my wrists from all my wringing and twisting.
I gingerly touched my swollen cheek and felt the remnants of dried tears. And with that, the entire night came to me in flashes. I closed my eyes in horror as I relived those terrifying hours.
The monotonous, slow hum of the ceiling fan; my moans and screams, their animalistic grunts, the loud slaps and the squishing sounds of their cocks ploughing my wet pussy. I could still feel Fahim's breath against my ear as he fucked me with ruthless abandon. I cringed as I recalled how my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and my legs around his waist.
Tears started to flow from my eyes and a few seconds later I started crying inconsolably. The thoughts of my husband, my marriage, my child, my family all came gushing into my mind. My honour was desecrated, my body defiled and my conscience so badly mangled that I thought it was beyond recovery.
I stayed in bed, bawling from all those dreadful thoughts and memories. I had hoped the men had left and I was all alone to cry my eyes out before my husband returned. But I was wrong.
I heard footsteps coming towards the room and I froze. They were still here! The nightmare wasn't over yet!
Tejinder walked in, still dressed in his jail clothes. I hastily grabbed the bedsheet and covered my nakedness. Seeing me do that, he chuckled.
"What are you trying to hide now? We have seen everything," he said, referring to my futile efforts to hide my naked body. I just kept my head down as tears trickled down my cheeks.
"Fahim is calling you downstairs," he ordered.
His authoritarian tone outraged me. First, they raped me and now they're pushing me around!
"Fuck you. And Fuck Him!" I yelled.
He appeared startled at first but he recovered immediately. I was sure no woman had ever yelled at him like that. Luckily for me, he didn't react. I shot him a sharp look of disgust but that didn't affect him.
"Shut the fuck up and come down," he said.
"No. You raped me and now you want me to cook too. Fuck off." I yelled back. It was truly outrageous of them to expect me to cook for them after raping me.
"We raped you?" he replied. I simply couldn't believe what he said. "You enjoyed it... that isn't rape..."
"Go fuck yourself!" I screamed at him.
"Listen to me bitch.. move your ass off the bed or I'll drag you down by your hair..." He said as he raised his shirt off his waist just enough to show me the gun tucked inside his pants.
That was enough to shut me up. I resigned myself yet again to my situation and started looking for my clothes.
"That won't be needed," he said.
I looked at him, pleading with my eyes but nothing changed. I sighed and let go of the bedsheet. It slid down my body slowly and my breasts were out in the open for his eyes to feast on.
I moved off the bed and stood next to him, waiting to follow him downstairs. He pushed me ahead and told me to walk in front. I could sense his eyes on my naked butt as we headed to the kitchen.
As we started walking down the stairs, I felt his hand grab my ass and give it a light squeeze. I shivered at this unwanted touch but said nothing. The very next moment I felt a slap on my ass. I yelled and was about to trip and fall down but he deftly grabbed me, stopping my fall.
We made our way downstairs and to the kitchen. Fahim was sitting at the dining table as if waiting for a meal. Seeing me in that state, his eyes lit up. His gaze locked on to my boobs. In the darkness of the night, he must not have been able to see them as clearly as he did right now.
Saying that I was uncomfortable with my nakedness would be a gross understatement. I felt like killing myself at that moment. It felt disgusting and gut wrenching to know that these two monsters were staring at my naked body.
"Good morning madam," Fahim said and smiled lecherously. His gaping tobacco stained teeth were sickening, to say the least.
"Now that we have quenched your carnal hunger, can you please take care of our hunger for food?" Fahim said sarcastically and they both chuckled. I took a deep breath knowing well that I had no choice but to comply.
"Can I wear something?" I requested.
"Na ji... you're fine just the way you're." he retorted immediately, denying my plea to cover myself.
"In this condition, a proud and classy woman like you won't dare run out of the house. Even if the house is on fire, you'll first fetch your clothes." Fahim said.
I sighed and walked to the fridge. He clearly spelled out his plan. They deliberately wanted me to stay naked to prevent my escape. I opened the door and unconsciously bent down to find something to eat. It was completely unintentional since I had never been inside the kitchen naked but the moment I bent down, I heard Tejinder gasp and Fahim exclaim "Oye hoi..."
Startled and embarrassed, I immediately stood up and turned around. The men laughed so loudly that the sound reverberated across the house. I, on the other hand, bit my lip tight and bowed my head down in utter shame.
I knelt down, this time conscious of my rear end - not that I was able to hide a lot. I fetched the same packet of eggs and bread as before.
"Hey whore... what's up with eggs and bread again... Can't you cook anything else?" Fahim thundered, annoyed at me trying to cook the same meal I had given them last night.
I quietly turned around to face him with my head down. Tears started rolling down my cheeks yet again. I had never been talked to like this let alone being called a whore.
"Paaji... How about some nice hot patathas?" Fahim asked Tejinder triumphantly.
"Aaah... you spoke my words man," Tejinder replied.
"What the.. do you think I'm your personal chef?" I interjected, trying to defy them. They ignored me and continued their conversation.
"Do you remember the parathas from Patharganj?" Fahim recalled.
"Hmmmm... the taste is still on my tongue," Tejinder replied, caressing his stomach.
"Yeah... too bad we had to kill the entire family," Fahim said, looking at me.
"If only they had listened to us, they would be alive today." Tejinder also looked at me as he replied.
That whole conversation sent a shiver down my spine. Were they serious? Or were these just mind games to compel me to obey them. Who would take the chance to guess? They were carrying a gun and the news said they were in jail on murder charges.
I sighed, resigned to my fate. I quietly went about fetching the ingredients for making parathas. Usually, it took me no more than two minutes to gather everything I wanted to cook but now that I was completely naked in presence of two criminals, I was extra conscious. It isn't easy to pick something up when you're trying to hide your modesty with one arm and trying to work with the other. Every time I had to bend down to fetch something, I'd cover my ass and vagina with one hand and whenever I stood up, I would try to cover my breasts.
I quickly fetched the apron and put it on. It gave me a perfect excuse to hide my breasts. The kitchen counter covered my crotch anyway. With a sense of momentary relief, I got to work. The potatoes were in the pressure cooker and I was kneading the dough for the parathas.
I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck was happening? If it were my family, I would've been happily cooking but why the hell was I cooking for these scoundrels? I needed to escape. I had to get out of here. Out of my house. My family's home.
As I was lost in my thoughts, kneading the dough absentmindedly, I didn't realise that prick Tejinder had walked up behind me. My chain of thoughts was broken when I felt a hand on my butt. I gasped and my body stiffened. I stopped kneading the dough as I felt his large hand completely cover my left butt cheek.
I looked at Fahim who didn't seem to notice. His head was buried in the newspaper that he must have fetched earlier that morning from the door.
"Why did you stop?" Tejinder growled and he brought his face right next to my ear. I shivered and reluctantly started kneading the dough. As my hands moved in the mix, so did Tejinder's on my butt, mimicking mine.
He stood right behind me, his crotch touching my ass. I could feel his erection brushing against me. My body visibly trembled as his hands slowly moved from my butt to my waist and squeezed it. I bit my lip as I tried to stop a squeal. His hands then slowly travelled up my waist, slowly snuck under my arms, under the apron and cupped my breasts.
My natural instinct was to slam my elbow into his stomach but by now I was wise to know what would follow so I simply stood there as he molested me.
His fingers quickly found my nipples and started tweaking them as he palmed my breasts. To my own disgust and shame, my body reacted to this and my nipples stood erect.
My nipples were indeed the most sensitive part of my body; the smallest of stimuli could make them rock hard. A gust of cold wind, or light rubbing of fabric had them pop up. It was obvious they would rise up if a pair of hands were fondling and playing with them.
His fingers went to work on my nipples. He would tweak them, pinch them, roll them between his fingers and lightly twist them. As much as I tried not to react, I couldn't help but squirm. I bit my lip hard trying to stop myself from groaning.
If fondling my tits wasn't enough, he now started grinding his crotch in my ass. I squirmed but to no avail, it only made him press harder. I could feel the massive size of his tool even through the baggy clothes of his prison trousers. The rough fabric and his thick erection rubbed against my exposed ass. It was obvious to me that my body would respond even if I didn't want it to.
His up and down movements started having an effect on me. My already wet pussy started leaking. I could feel my juices ooze as he kept dry humping me. Even as his crotch worked on me, his hands hadn't stopped working on my breasts. His hands mauled my breasts as if they were two lumps of dough that had to be pounded into submission.
"Uurrrmmmmphh... ummrrrphh," I grunted as I felt an orgasm approaching. I had pursed my lips tight, trying hard not to moan but I couldn't help but grunt and groan.
It was as if Fahim was deaf. He hadn't moved an inch in spite of me grunting and groaning a couple of feet away from him. His head was still buried in the newspaper.
