I had just had an orgasm. The first ever vaginal orgasm of my life. I had read about them. My husband had often tried to bring me to one, with his penis as well as his fingers. But I had never had one. I had also read that many women just couldn't have them. I had always assumed I was one of those women. Until now. Now I had had one. And that too while I was being raped by a disgusting monster.
I was thinking about all this when Lallan withdrew his dick from my cunt and stood up. I let out another sob as I realized that my hips had involuntarily moved upwards to pull him back in. My body was betraying me.
"Get up!"
Lallan forcefully pulled me to my feet holding my hair. I felt a cramp in my thighs and my knees buckled, making me fall back down.
"I said UP!"
He pulled me up and started dragging me towards the bedroom wearing nothing but a bra that my boobs were spilling out of. Oh god, this man was now going to defile me in the very bed my husband and I slept in. I tried to resist, but he kept dragging me there.
"Please, not in there!"
"No one asked you for permission, slut!" he said and spat at me. A big glob of his saliva hit me on my cheek. I sobbed in shame.
Soon I had been thrown on my bed and then made to get on all fours like a dog. My bra had been taken off, and with it the last vestige of modesty. I had then been entered and fucked doggy style, the bedposts creaking with the motion. I groaned with each stroke as he rammed into me hard. I could see us in the dressing mirror next to the bed. What a ghastly vulgar scene we made, me bent over with my big tits squashing against the bed and my ass raised in the air. Lallan, short and wiry, but very energetic and pounding me with intensity.
I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to somehow pass out or fall asleep or something, so I would not have to live through this. But my eyes opened with shock as the lout shoved two fingers in my ass.
"AAAAHHHH!!"
"No need to scream, bitch". Teri jaisi randiyan gaand marwane ke liye hamesha taiyar rehti hai. "I know women like you love getting buggered."
The pounding continued as did the anal invasions with his fingers. I hated myself for the fact that my body was responding favourably to him. I didn't want to. My mind didn't want to. But what I saw in the mirror was a woman clearly enjoying the sex, even the fingers in the ass. It was like watching someone else while still knowing there was no one else. It was me. I was being fucked in my own bed by some random slum dog. And acknowledging that somehow seemed to coincide with another orgasm that I had been working hard to stave off. And that made Lallan start cumming too.
The bed creaked even more as the two of us throbbed and grunted to climax at the same time.
Lallan finished pumping the last of his seed inside me, pulled his fingers out of my ass, and then rolled over on his side. I stayed on all fours, still breathing heavily, my ass up in the air, and his jizz dripping down the inside of my thighs. Lallan propped himself up on his elbow and started playing with my tits.
"You came twice." he said matter-of-factly.
The tears started again. I covered my face and started sobbing.
"Stop crying." he growled but I couldn't.
It wasn't enough that I had been raped. But I had actually had orgasms during it. How could that be? How could a worthless psychotic unemployed guy from the slums make me cum the way my handsome caring educated husband never had.
Lallan rolled off the bed and stood up. He went outside the bedroom and for a moment I was relieved, thinking he had left. But in a few seconds, I heard his footsteps come back. I turned my head away and kept my eyes closed, not knowing what he would do next. I was grimacing and bracing for the next indignity. Nothing happened though.
I opened my eyes and was shocked and saddened by what I saw. Lallan had a phone in his hand and he was snapping pictures of my naked curled up body from all angles.
"Please don't." I said, trying to pull a blanket over myself.
"Don't worry, memsaab. These are just for my private enjoyment. I won't WhatsApp them to anyone. As long as you behave."
There was an edge to his voice. My shoulders slumped again, knowing there wasn't much I could do as of now to stop him. I rolled off the bed and struggled to stand up on my feet. There were aches all over my body.
"Where are you going, bitch?"
"Bathroom." I weakly said.
"Hmm...leave the door ajar. I don't want you trying some nonsense in there."
As I relieved myself, cringing at the open door, Lallan stayed outside, but talking.
"Mangal says you're a smart woman. So I don't need to spell it out. But I will. You need to rectify the blunder you made when you destroyed my family. You need to tell me where Mangal and my daughters are so I can go join them. And bring them home. If you don't do that or go to the police, these images of you will be splashed on every phone and every website and pretty soon every new channel. Your bosses, your colleagues, everyone will see how your shaved pussy looks and will be able to count the moles on your ass."
I said nothing. Finished peeing. Then cleaned myself up, washed my face and walked out.
"Well?" he said.
