Breaking & Entering Pt. 02

I woke up when the rays of the late morning sun pierced through the curtains. A few seconds after I opened my eyes, my body registered the pain in my groin. I touched my vagina and a pulse of pain surged through my body.

I looked down and noticed it was still red from last night. The nightmare was real! My pussy was sore to touch, and my face was aching from the barrage of slaps I received throughout the night. The torn remains of the neckties were still wrapped tightly around my wrist and under those, I could see visible red bruises on my wrists from all my wringing and twisting.

I gingerly touched my swollen cheek and felt the remnants of dried tears. And with that, the entire night came to me in flashes. I closed my eyes in horror as I relived those terrifying hours.

The monotonous, slow hum of the ceiling fan; my moans and screams, their animalistic grunts, the loud slaps and the squishing sounds of their cocks ploughing my wet pussy. I could still feel Fahim's breath against my ear as he fucked me with ruthless abandon. I cringed as I recalled how my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and my legs around his waist.

Tears started to flow from my eyes and a few seconds later I started crying inconsolably. The thoughts of my husband, my marriage, my child, my family all came gushing into my mind. My honour was desecrated, my body defiled and my conscience so badly mangled that I thought it was beyond recovery.

I stayed in bed, bawling from all those dreadful thoughts and memories. I had hoped the men had left and I was all alone to cry my eyes out before my husband returned. But I was wrong.

I heard footsteps coming towards the room and I froze. They were still here! The nightmare wasn't over yet!

Tejinder walked in, still dressed in his jail clothes. I hastily grabbed the bedsheet and covered my nakedness. Seeing me do that, he chuckled.

"What are you trying to hide now? We have seen everything," he said, referring to my futile efforts to hide my naked body. I just kept my head down as tears trickled down my cheeks.

"Fahim is calling you downstairs," he ordered.

His authoritarian tone outraged me. First, they raped me and now they're pushing me around!

"Fuck you. And Fuck Him!" I yelled.

He appeared startled at first but he recovered immediately. I was sure no woman had ever yelled at him like that. Luckily for me, he didn't react. I shot him a sharp look of disgust but that didn't affect him.

"Shut the fuck up and come down," he said.

"No. You raped me and now you want me to cook too. Fuck off." I yelled back. It was truly outrageous of them to expect me to cook for them after raping me.

"We raped you?" he replied. I simply couldn't believe what he said. "You enjoyed it... that isn't rape..."

"Go fuck yourself!" I screamed at him.

"Listen to me bitch.. move your ass off the bed or I'll drag you down by your hair..." He said as he raised his shirt off his waist just enough to show me the gun tucked inside his pants.

That was enough to shut me up. I resigned myself yet again to my situation and started looking for my clothes.

"That won't be needed," he said.

I looked at him, pleading with my eyes but nothing changed. I sighed and let go of the bedsheet. It slid down my body slowly and my breasts were out in the open for his eyes to feast on.

I moved off the bed and stood next to him, waiting to follow him downstairs. He pushed me ahead and told me to walk in front. I could sense his eyes on my naked butt as we headed to the kitchen.

As we started walking down the stairs, I felt his hand grab my ass and give it a light squeeze. I shivered at this unwanted touch but said nothing. The very next moment I felt a slap on my ass. I yelled and was about to trip and fall down but he deftly grabbed me, stopping my fall.

We made our way downstairs and to the kitchen. Fahim was sitting at the dining table as if waiting for a meal. Seeing me in that state, his eyes lit up. His gaze locked on to my boobs. In the darkness of the night, he must not have been able to see them as clearly as he did right now.

Saying that I was uncomfortable with my nakedness would be a gross understatement. I felt like killing myself at that moment. It felt disgusting and gut wrenching to know that these two monsters were staring at my naked body.

"Good morning madam," Fahim said and smiled lecherously. His gaping tobacco stained teeth were sickening, to say the least.

"Now that we have quenched your carnal hunger, can you please take care of our hunger for food?" Fahim said sarcastically and they both chuckled. I took a deep breath knowing well that I had no choice but to comply.

"Can I wear something?" I requested.

"Na ji... you're fine just the way you're." he retorted immediately, denying my plea to cover myself.

"In this condition, a proud and classy woman like you won't dare run out of the house. Even if the house is on fire, you'll first fetch your clothes." Fahim said.

I sighed and walked to the fridge. He clearly spelled out his plan. They deliberately wanted me to stay naked to prevent my escape. I opened the door and unconsciously bent down to find something to eat. It was completely unintentional since I had never been inside the kitchen naked but the moment I bent down, I heard Tejinder gasp and Fahim exclaim "Oye hoi..."

Startled and embarrassed, I immediately stood up and turned around. The men laughed so loudly that the sound reverberated across the house. I, on the other hand, bit my lip tight and bowed my head down in utter shame.

I knelt down, this time conscious of my rear end - not that I was able to hide a lot. I fetched the same packet of eggs and bread as before.

"Hey whore... what's up with eggs and bread again... Can't you cook anything else?" Fahim thundered, annoyed at me trying to cook the same meal I had given them last night.

I quietly turned around to face him with my head down. Tears started rolling down my cheeks yet again. I had never been talked to like this let alone being called a whore.

"Paaji... How about some nice hot patathas?" Fahim asked Tejinder triumphantly.

"Aaah... you spoke my words man," Tejinder replied.

"What the.. do you think I'm your personal chef?" I interjected, trying to defy them. They ignored me and continued their conversation.

"Do you remember the parathas from Patharganj?" Fahim recalled.

"Hmmmm... the taste is still on my tongue," Tejinder replied, caressing his stomach.

"Yeah... too bad we had to kill the entire family," Fahim said, looking at me.

"If only they had listened to us, they would be alive today." Tejinder also looked at me as he replied.

That whole conversation sent a shiver down my spine. Were they serious? Or were these just mind games to compel me to obey them. Who would take the chance to guess? They were carrying a gun and the news said they were in jail on murder charges.

I sighed, resigned to my fate. I quietly went about fetching the ingredients for making parathas. Usually, it took me no more than two minutes to gather everything I wanted to cook but now that I was completely naked in presence of two criminals, I was extra conscious. It isn't easy to pick something up when you're trying to hide your modesty with one arm and trying to work with the other. Every time I had to bend down to fetch something, I'd cover my ass and vagina with one hand and whenever I stood up, I would try to cover my breasts.

I quickly fetched the apron and put it on. It gave me a perfect excuse to hide my breasts. The kitchen counter covered my crotch anyway. With a sense of momentary relief, I got to work. The potatoes were in the pressure cooker and I was kneading the dough for the parathas.

I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck was happening? If it were my family, I would've been happily cooking but why the hell was I cooking for these scoundrels? I needed to escape. I had to get out of here. Out of my house. My family's home.

As I was lost in my thoughts, kneading the dough absentmindedly, I didn't realise that prick Tejinder had walked up behind me. My chain of thoughts was broken when I felt a hand on my butt. I gasped and my body stiffened. I stopped kneading the dough as I felt his large hand completely cover my left butt cheek.

I looked at Fahim who didn't seem to notice. His head was buried in the newspaper that he must have fetched earlier that morning from the door.

"Why did you stop?" Tejinder growled and he brought his face right next to my ear. I shivered and reluctantly started kneading the dough. As my hands moved in the mix, so did Tejinder's on my butt, mimicking mine.

He stood right behind me, his crotch touching my ass. I could feel his erection brushing against me. My body visibly trembled as his hands slowly moved from my butt to my waist and squeezed it. I bit my lip as I tried to stop a squeal. His hands then slowly travelled up my waist, slowly snuck under my arms, under the apron and cupped my breasts.

My natural instinct was to slam my elbow into his stomach but by now I was wise to know what would follow so I simply stood there as he molested me.

His fingers quickly found my nipples and started tweaking them as he palmed my breasts. To my own disgust and shame, my body reacted to this and my nipples stood erect.

My nipples were indeed the most sensitive part of my body; the smallest of stimuli could make them rock hard. A gust of cold wind, or light rubbing of fabric had them pop up. It was obvious they would rise up if a pair of hands were fondling and playing with them.

His fingers went to work on my nipples. He would tweak them, pinch them, roll them between his fingers and lightly twist them. As much as I tried not to react, I couldn't help but squirm. I bit my lip hard trying to stop myself from groaning.

If fondling my tits wasn't enough, he now started grinding his crotch in my ass. I squirmed but to no avail, it only made him press harder. I could feel the massive size of his tool even through the baggy clothes of his prison trousers. The rough fabric and his thick erection rubbed against my exposed ass. It was obvious to me that my body would respond even if I didn't want it to.

His up and down movements started having an effect on me. My already wet pussy started leaking. I could feel my juices ooze as he kept dry humping me. Even as his crotch worked on me, his hands hadn't stopped working on my breasts. His hands mauled my breasts as if they were two lumps of dough that had to be pounded into submission.

"Uurrrmmmmphh... ummrrrphh," I grunted as I felt an orgasm approaching. I had pursed my lips tight, trying hard not to moan but I couldn't help but grunt and groan.

It was as if Fahim was deaf. He hadn't moved an inch in spite of me grunting and groaning a couple of feet away from him. His head was still buried in the newspaper.

I gripped the edge of the counter tight as the orgasm came closer and closer. I had stopped kneading the dough long ago and was trying hard not to cum. My other hand was still in the dough tray. But the way things were going, I knew I was going to fail.

"Urrmmm... urrmmmm... urrrmmppfff..." I groaned as I came and came hard. My legs felt weak and gave way and I collapsed on the counter. My breathing was heavy and I felt lightheaded.

"Will you stop now?" Fahim asked. I looked at him. His face didn't bear any expression but his voice gave away his irritation. Tejinder stepped back and I gulped fearing that Fahim would take his place. I was already trembling from a mixture of fear and arousal. But to my surprise and relief, Fahim didn't leave his seat.

"If you're done fondling her tits, can we eat something?" Fahim ordered and went back to reading the newspaper.

Tejinder quietly fetched a bottle from the liquor cabinet and both of them sat down to drink in the morning. They used no water... no ice... no soda... They straight up poured themselves drink after drink and gulped it down.

All the while as they drank, they watched me cook them breakfast. My naked body was their form of entertainment. As I moved around, my bare, full breasts jiggled. I was aware of their lecherous stares but couldn't do much about it.

As they kept staring at me, I also realized that they were rubbing their raging erections under their pants. It was embarrassing to see two full grown men staring at me so openly. It's not like I haven't been stared at before but this time I was fully naked, in my own house.

These two escaped convicts, these two rapists and murders, men who were way below my class, bloody fucking unwashed, uncouth bastards were in my house, leering at my naked body and I couldn't do shit about it. It was infuriating, humiliating, shameful, disgusting and all the other adjectives I could think of.

I walked up to them and threw the breakfast plates on the table. My anger had manifested and I instantly realized the consequences of that defiance. I expected to get a tight slap the very next instant but surprisingly, the men had their eyes on the food.

I watched in shock as those two animals hogged into their breakfast. I sat in one corner of the kitchen covering my breasts and clamping my legs shut, watching them eat and drink to their heart's content.

In a matter of minutes, the food on their plates was gone and the bottle almost empty. And now I dreaded their attention was going to be on me again.

"Take... you also have some..." Fahim said, pouring scotch into the glass. I shook my head and cringed.

He got up and kneeled in front of me, then forced the drink into my hand.

"Shut up and drink."

"No please..."

He grabbed my face and forced my mouth open and then poured the liquor into my mouth. I tried to spit it out but he clamped his mouth to mine. I struggled and in that struggle, the liquor flowed down my mouth.

He broke the kiss and I started coughing uncontrollably. He looked back at Tejinder and sniggered. I could feel the warm, bitter scotch burn my throat as it made its way down to my stomach.

Before I could recover from the bout of coughing, he was back in front of me with another drink, this one larger than the last.

"Drink it!" he said sternly.

"Nahi... get away from me!" A second later a slap hit my face.

"This one was for your tantrums. Just do what I'm telling you to!" Fahim said as his hand tightly gripped the hair behind my head.

"Ok... please don't hit me," I replied meekly.

He thrust the glass into my hand and watched me. I reluctantly brought the glass to my mouth and as soon as it touched my lip, he held the glass and topped it over, thrusting the liquor down my throat causing another bout of coughing.

Watching my incessant coughing, the men laughed as if they were deriving sadistic pleasure out of my misery. A couple of minutes later I recovered.

Fahim threw the glass away and then thrust the bottle in my face. I pushed him away and felt a hard slap the very next second. But before I could collapse to the ground, he grabbed my hair tight and pulled me back and thrust the open bottle into my mouth.

The bitter whiskey gushed into my mouth and as much as I tried, I couldn't help but swallow it. The whiskey filled my mouth and I gulped down more and more. After several gulps, I coughed and finally managed to push him away. This time he relented.

I collapsed to the ground, coughing and trying to catch my breath. The throat burned and the bitter aftertaste made me feel pukish.

With groggy eyes, I saw Fahim walk back to his partner.

"She's drunk. Now she won't run and will also keep quiet," he told Fahim.

"How long should we stay here?" Tejinder asked.

"Police is still looking for us. Going out will be dangerous. Here we have a warm bed... food... booze ... and a woman too... let's just rest here for a while." Fahim replied.

Even in that dazed state, I registered his words. The nightmare would continue. What the hell was I supposed to do?

Before I could gather my thoughts, the doorbell rang. All three of us were startled at the unexpected sound. Tejinder quickly pulled out his gun and Fahim swiftly moved towards me and covered my mouth tightly with his hand.

"Ummmppff... uuurrgggmmm," I tried screaming to whoever was behind the door but Fahim's grip tightened over my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up... or I'll slit your throat!" Fahim growled at me.

Tejinder quietly sneaked towards the window, making sure not to make any noise. It was quite surprising to see a large man like him silently move around like a cat; perhaps it was years of breaking and entering that made him such a sneaker.

He very carefully parted the curtains and looked out. From the kitchen window, he could see the door.

"A woman... looks like the maid!" Tejinder whispered.

It was Shanti, my maid. This was her usual time to start work. I really wanted to run towards the door but Fahim had me in a vice-like grip.

The doorbell rang again and then again. Tejinder was panicking but Fahim seemed calm.

"You... tell her to leave," Fahim ordered me. His hand was still tightly covering my mouth.

"Give me the gun." Fahim took the gun from Tejinder.

"Come with me." He grabbed my hand and stood up. He pushed me ahead, pointed his gun at my back, so much so that I could feel the cold metal touching my naked spine. As we were entering the living room, he stopped me.

"Tell her to leave and don't try something funny... or else I'll kill you and her and bury you in your backyard." Fahim threatened me.

He then poked me with the gun and pushed me ahead. At that moment, I became aware of my state of undress. I couldn't let Shanti see me like this and I couldn't let her know that I have two men in my house.

Shanti is the gossipmonger of the entire neighbourhood and I couldn't give her the chance to gossip about me. If she came to know that I was naked in my house with two men when my husband and child were out of town, she wouldn't stop to understand the reality but rather run around spreading gossip. I had to tactfully either get rid of her or somehow let her know I was in trouble. But how? I didn't know that. The slug of whiskey I had ingested didn't help my thinking.

As we reached the door, Fahim and I stood to its right. The door opened inside and it would give him enough cover.

As I reached out to the knob, I looked at Fahim who cocked his pistol before nodding his head. My body was trembling, I was sweating and that was a moment of life or death. I didn't know which way it would go. Either I would die or survive, but would I be free?

I turned the doorknob and slowly opened it, keeping my body behind the door and poked my head out.

"Madam... I've been ringing the doorbell for a long time?" Shanti stopped mid-sentence seeing my head poking out from behind the door. I had never behaved like this before. Till yesterday, I would open the door and walk back inside and Shanti would follow. Today I stood behind the door staring at her.

"Shanti... take a few days off," I replied, trying to shoo her away.

"But Madam..." she stammered.

Just then I felt the cold hard metal of the pistol at the back of my head. I visibly shivered which I am sure even Shanti saw.

"I am... not feeling well... I will call you... now please leave." I said before slamming the door in her face.

I turned back to look at Fahim. His pistol was now pointed straight at my forehead.

"She's gone?" he whispered.

I peeped through the hole. Shanti had just turned back and had started walking away.

I quietly nodded and Fahim lowered the gun.

I had just squandered the best chance I had to escape. What worse thing could have happened? Shanti would have seen me naked, that's it but at least it would have been better than being held hostage and continually raped.