Social Worker And The Bully Ch 04

Hello All,

Thanks for the likes, comments, feedback and yes, the criticism too. Everything helps.

The major changes/ additions, begin from this chapter and by far, I have tried not altering the storyline, emotions and tensions between the protagonists as envisaged by the original writer, Shipra.

The story continues with added/ edited twists and turns until the original end to the story, after which, I have taken the story further. I hope you will bear with me till then.

Sapna

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Chapter 04

I wanted to cry but I think my tear ducts had dried up. This thug was in my house, having just fucked me and made me suck his dick. And now he was calmly telling me that he was about to sodomize me. What had I done to deserve this? I was only doing my job, trying to help a woman. And this is what I was getting in return?

I just stared at him open-mouthed and my head swam. With the shock of the situation and also all the booze he had made me drink. I was swaying a little, having a hard time standing straight. He had a sadistic smile on his face.

"Don't look so shocked, cunt. You will like it. Mangal used to find it scary at first too. But I now fuck her in the ass regularly and she enjoys it. And she is this thin tiny person. You are tall and voluptuous, lots of padding. You've taken my beatings very well. Buggering will be fine. Have some more booze. It helps relax your muscles. Why do you think I have been making you drink so much?"

And then he picked up the bottle of cognac again and put it to my mouth. Glug after glug went down my throat as the bottle stayed tipped upwards. I didn't resist it. The weird logic actually made sense to me. Being drunk could certainly make the inevitable buggering a lot less painful. Heck, if I was lucky, I would pass out and not feel a thing nor remember a thing.

The next bit of time is still hazy in my memory. Lallan had made me drink over half a litter of extra strength cognac in twenty minutes. I had already been drunk after the celebration with my friends. This just added to it. I was slurring, I was swaying, Lallan was having to hold me up as he laughed and taunted me.

"The high and mighty Manasi memsaab, swaying drunk and naked like a common bar dancer. Hahaha. This needs to be on video."

I found myself back in the bedroom and on the bed, slumped on my elbows and knees. Memory of it is hazy. But I remember Lallan walking around, taking a video with commentary.

"So here you see a high class slut named Manasi. So drunk that she is almost passed out. Look at that big round ass. Look at those pink cunt lips. I fucked that earlier. Very tight twat. Loved it. Now look at that cute puckered asshole. Soon I will be shoving my dick there."

The bed creaked as he got on it. Behind me. I could see a bottle of moisturizer in his hand that he had picked up from my dressing table. And then I remember feeling that cool slippery gel being poured on my ass and rubbed all around.

"You see how nice I am, Manasi memsaab? The state you're in, I could just shove my dick into your asshole dry. And you wouldn't be able to do anything. But I am being considerate about your well-being. So putting this will make it easier."

I watched with half-open eyes as he poured the moisturizer all over his erect dick, the dick that I had made erect by sucking. And then he got behind me. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, parting them.

"Unghhhhhh!!" I groaned as the tip of his dick pushed against my asshole.

It hurt, but it did not hurt as much as I feared. Maybe he was right, I thought. The combination of all that booze and all that moisturizer made this easy.

"I can't believe I am the first to fuck you in the ass. Your ass isn't as tight as Mangal's." Lallan said slowly shoving more of his dick inside my virgin ass. Of course, he was taking a video of it too.

And then the pain increased as more of the dick entered my asshole. I could see the image in the mirror. And I am ashamed to say, it felt kind of weirdly good. I closed my eyes, unable to watch myself and Lallan in the mirror. Everything went dark.

A loud truck horn woke me up. I opened my eyes, was blinded by the bright sunshine, and closed them again. I slowly opened them again and tried to make sense of where I was. And why it was so bright.

What the hell? I was on the roof of our house, curled up naked under a thin sheet that was half covering me. My first instinct was to pull it to cover everything, and then sit up. I was buck naked with just a sheet on the roof. The roof that was visible to a bunch of other houses and buildings all around. I had no recollection of how I got there. In fact I had no recollection of anything at all.

And then it all started coming back to me. The celebration with my friends. Then Lallan forcing himself on me. The fucking, the blowjob, vague flashes of the sodomy. But that's where it ended.

"Meri gaand phaadne ke baad kya hua? - What had happened after he invaded my asshole on my bed? How did it I end up here on the roof?" I tried to figure things out in my throbbing head.

Carefully, I looked around. None of the immediate neighbours were on their roofs, thankfully. I scanned the balconies of the buildings. I saw some people. I didn't know if they saw me. Luckily, I was in a relatively secluded corner of the roof and not far from the door.

I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and walked into the house.

"Hello?" I called out. "Lallan?"

I walked down the stairs. The house seemed empty. It was a mess though. Furniture and other stuff knocked over, four empty liquor bottles on the cabinet, plates of food spread around the living area. Jesus, what all happened last night?

I could not think too much because my entire body was hurting. My head throbbed. My arms hurt, my thighs were sore. My cunt felt like it had been pummelled with rocks. But the worst was my sore asshole. It hurt and it was sticky. Lallan had definitely and successfully sodomized me.

And then I heard my phone ringing. I didn't know where it was. I followed the sound and found it under one of the couches in the living room.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey honey, how's it going?" It was Raju, my husband.

I tried to say something but no words came out.

"You there, Manasi?"

"Yeah....yeah I'm here." I said, laboriously walking around the house, trying to see if Lallan was still around.

"Ha-ha, you sound hungover. Looks like the Stanford celebration was really wild." he said in his usual good humoured way.

"Yes, wild. Very wild." I said, clutching my throbbing head.

"So....what else is new?" he casually asked.

And I had a long answer ready at the tip of my tongue. What is new is that your wife has just been raped by a random sadistic slum thug. He even fucked her in the ass. And made her give him a blowjob, something which she still doesn't do for you. But instead, I just said,

"Not much. Listen, I am late for work. Can I call you later?"

"Sure, honey. Love you."

"Love you too."

I disconnected the call and then checked my phone. It was a little past 9 in the morning. There were a couple of missed calls from Raju. Then a couple of missed calls from a number I did not recognize. And a text message in Hindi from the same number.

- Fun night. Address by 3 pm. Or it all goes on WhatsApp.

I then opened WhatsApp and saw that Lallan had sent me dozens of pictures and videos. Of me naked, bending over, sucking his dick, getting fucked. I was barely able to get through a handful of them before closing the app.

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