Today we exchanged partners. Riya would move to Mark, Amrita to Aby and Arti would come to me.
Amrita and Riya were dressed in cocktail dresses for the evening switch. Arti was in skin tight jeans and a backless top string tied at the neck and lower back. No bra, and her nipples poked out in the warm air. Hair in a loose bun, mascara, bright red lipstick and looking quite hot actually. She had her drink and quietly went to her room. Aby: "She looks really tight, but don't worry Sid, I've loosened her up for you." Riya: "Not like Sid is going to tonight." Riya knew my equation with Arti.
Arti looked at me nonchalantly as I entered. "I'm not in the mood tonight. You can take care of yourself," she turned away from me. Hearing this got me mad. I grabbed her arm and held it behind her back. She winced in pain and started abusing, writhing and hitting me with her free hand. I grabbed both her arms and held them behind her back. It hurt her. She cursed and fought to free herself. "Maderchod let me go. Let go off me bastard." Her anger making way to fear, she controlled her tears, I was relentless.
I pushed her on the bed on her stomach and got on top of her. Hands tied behind her back, smacked her ass and got off her. A grunt from her mouth, followed by screeching and more expletives. She tried kicking me. I tied her feet up. She lay sprawled on the bed, helpless, muffled screams, managed to turn to her side. I looked at her, thinking of how to use her.