I don't condone real rape. It's cruel, and rapists lead pathetic lives. Below is a fictional story, no relation to anyone in particular.
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Ever since what had happened to herself, Mrs Uma Vanitha Devi now had taken extra precautions. Her husband had added extra security wherever she went, and all the digital locks in her office and house had been changed.
Muthu, who had "unwillingly" pumped his seed into his boss' pussy, was tasked as her full time assistant. He won the trust of the couple who assumed he was her saviour.
Of course, this worked well, very well in fact, for Muthu. He could see the 42 year old Mrs Vani all day long, prancing in her tight saree and sometimes wearing western business suits in the office and in the courtroom too, where she fought very well as a criminal lawyer.
Muthu, who was already a well paid employee of the legal firm that Mrs Vani was running, was masturbating one day in his home thinking about his boss.
"Ah...Mrs Vani, my cock is now embedded deep in your pussy, ahh..." he moaned in the privacy of his own room. What he would do just to fuck his boss again, he thought.
Just then, his phone rang. It was one of his two friends, Gopal. Dev and Gopal were never caught for taking turns raping Mrs Vani, as there was no way to identify them. As such, they still roamed free as thugs in Mumbai's slums. Police reports were made but without much success and the couple just gave up.
"Hey buddy, what's up? Heard you are a full time assistant to that slut now, huh?" Gopal said.
"Gopal, look man, the rape attack didn't go as plan. It was not supposed to be that way!"
After a chuckle, Gopal replied, "Dei...but you liked it, don't you Muthu boy. I'm sure you like it when your body was hard pressed against that sexy milf boss of yours."
Before Muthu could reply, Gopal continued, "Look, me and Dev has a plan for all 3 of us to fuck your boss again. Have you heard of aphrodisiac?"
Muthu had heard of it before. He knew it was a substance to increase a person's sexual libido.
"Yes," he replied, wanting to know more.
"Well, me and Dev have something a good amount of it just for her. Of course, she won't be dying to have sex with us afterwards, but hey, just bring her on and we'll take care of the rest."
Muthu was not only worried that the plan might backfire, but he had grown fond of his boss and didn't like the fact his friends would fuck her again.
"No, no more Gopal. You both already had your fun with her, no more," Muthu firmly said.
He could hear Gopal saying "what the fu.." before he ended the call abruptly, and continuing his masturbation session in front of a photo of his boss.
That night, he couldn't sleep. His cock was raging hard again, thinking of the milf who was voted the hottest milf in India in porn sites. There was no way he could fuck her willingly, and he would certainly get caught if he forced her and will spend the rest of his life in India's worst prisons.
He googled aphrodisiac, and the different types of it that were available over the counter. It seemed a viable option, he thought. He mustered the courage to call Gopal again.
"Dei...I knew you would call back," were Gopal's first words when he picked up.
"OK...tell me what's the plan," Muthu asked quietly.
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The next day, Muthu met Mrs Vani in her huge office, the same office the innocent wife was raped by Dev and Gopal a month ago.
"Morning boss," Muthu greeted her, while standing before her large oak table.
"Yes Muthu? I'm a little busy but go on," she sighed, without even looking up. Her eyes were glued on her computer, fingers typing away. I wouldn't even consider this boy to be my assistant had my husband not asked him to, she thought to herself.
Muthu followed everything according to plan. The plan that was panned out by his naughty friends the night before.
Stammering a little, Muthu explained, "There's a rape case of a teenage girl, where the culprit is actually her cousin. This criminal had already been arrested, and now she wants to press charges."
Mrs Vani immediately stopped typing on her computer and peered at Muthu over her thick reading glasses. With a stern voice coming out of her red lipstick painted lips, she said, "When did this incident happened, Muthu? And why wasn't I informed earlier? What do I pay your salary for?"
This reaction alone from the strict lawyer would make anyone tremble in fear and cower in a corner. But Muthu, being her assistant, calmly replied, "Just this morning, boss. She wants us to meet her at her home, about an hour's drive from here."
"Well, what are we waiting for then? You know I would love to banish another rapist scum from our city for life. Makes Mumbai a little safer for women, doesn't it," Mrs Vani said.
"Meet me downstairs in 30 minutes, and drive up my car to the lobby," she continued, handing over her car keys to Muthu.
About an hour later, Muthu was driving her black Bentley across Mumbai, the capital of the rich Mahashrata state, passing by beautiful skyscrapers. They finally came to a rural area, surrounded by lush green forest.
"You sure you got the address right, Muthu?" Mrs Vani asked, a little concerned. She was dressed in a body hugging orange saree that did little to conceal her curvy body. Lost of flesh were exposed, including her belly button, and her massive boobs were squashed by the thin fabric of the saree that was wrapped tight around her chest.
The fact that the saree was wound tightly around her body only made it worse for her as her boobs were protruding even more, almost touching the dashboard when she sat in her car. Muthu could sense that his sexy boss became increasingly uncomfortable as she wished she had wore something with more modest to office that day.
Just the way I like it, Muthu smiled to himself.
They came to a stop in front of a few straw huts. A few locals came out and they gawked at the sexy city milf coming out from the expensive Bentley.
Muthu guided her to the hut that Gopal had told him about, and knocked on the door. Mrs Vani was panting after the walk up to the hut, as her massive boobs caused her difficulty to walk far. As planned, a young girl about 19 years of age opened the door.
"Er, excuse me, I'm Mrs Vanitha Devi, and I believe you know my associate here, Muthu. I heard about your unfortunate experience and I am here to help. May I come in?" Mrs Vani who was already perspiring, said through her surgical mask.
"Yes," the girl said, looking at Mrs Vani with prying eyes, and ushering them in. Unknown to Mrs Vani, she was a friend of Gopal And Dev too, and she was also a full blooded lesbian.
