Pooja was an innocent neighborhood girl who was passionate at work and conservative otherwise. She never realized her beauty and kept her feelings reserved. Without boyfriend, her experiments with sex were very limited.
So when she was exposed to intimate touch from a complete stranger in a crowded train, her inner desires were ignited and she was ready to do anything, anywhere and with anyone as long as they were satisfied.
She followed that stranger for a few minutes as they walked past the main road into an alley and then turned into lanes with huts on both sides. They crossed a couple of lanes and then he knocked on a door which was opened by a burly looking man in banyan (inner shirt) and lungi (simple cloth tied around waist). He must clearly be 6 ft tall, had unshaved face, short hair, red eyes, crooked nose and a scar on his left cheek that said "goon" look over huge, rather fat, body.
"Pakya, tu yaa veli ithe kuthe?" (Pakya, why are you here at this time) he barked at him and just as he saw Pooja, his mouth half opened, kept staring at her, especially at her pair of jugs. Normally, she would snap back at such leeches and walk away; but today was a different version of Pooja, who stood proudly, even jutting her chest further to accentuate her curves.
"Bhau, mast raapchik maal ahe." (Bro, she IS juicy) Pakya whispered to his brother. He now had a silly grin on his face that showed a missing tooth, probably as a trophy from some street fight. Nonchalantly, he adjusted his growing hardon as the tent grew below his lungi.
Pakya nudged Pooja to enter inside what was a dimly lit single room with bed on one corner, some furniture scattered and an open bathroom near the only window in that room. Click of the doorknob as Pakya locked the door snapped Pooja out of her trance and her confidence crumbled as she looked like a deer about to be hit by a truck. Sensing sudden fear in her gut, Pooja knew she messed up badly and now had to act quickly to get out of this situation before it got out of her hands.
"Sorry, there is some misunderstanding" she murmured and started to walk towards the door to unlock it. Just as her hand reached the knob, a powerful twist on her wrist had her immobilized while a strong hand across her mouth as well as nose ensured her screams for help died within. Her eyes bulged while nostrils started to flare beneath his strong palm while body trembled and face turned white with fear rather than lack of Oxygen.
Out of nowhere, there was a knife at her neck, "scream now and I'll ensure it will be the last sound out of this petite throat" blasted Bhau in Pooja's ear. "Nod, if you understand and agree not to scream". She had no choice, but to nod in agreement at this sudden change of situation.
She gasped in huge chunks of air from her mouth as his palm loosened. "Please, let me go, I beg of you, my life will be ruined" cried Pooja as soon as she could breathe back life.
"Pakya, stop her blabbering before I ruin my mood and kill this dove" Bhau growled and quickly Pakya put a cloth around Pooja's mouth and tied it back. Tears started swelling in her eyes and sweat on forehead trying to recollect how on earth she literally walked into such a dreadful situation on her own.
Bhau turned on the lights to carefully examine her. Her heaving chest gave him ample reason to keep watching them for a while and he admired them by placing his hand on them while giving her boobs a tight squeeze over her shirt.
From her viewpoint, she could see a gorilla palm almost double her size over her chest covering her assets almost entirely. She tried to back out, only to be pushed further into Bhau's hand by Pakya from behind.
