Indian Social Worker and the Bully Ch. 01

I opened my eyes to see a sick disgusting sight. Lallan's hairy ass, parted just a couple of feet above me, giving me a glimpse at his asshole, his hairy balls and his erect swinging dick. It wasn't particularly large or thick. At about six inches, a little smaller than my husband's. And not as thick. I closed my eyes again, shocked and revolted at the sight.

"PTHOO! PTHOO!"

I heard Lallan loudly spit and felt a wetness on my pussy from his spit. He spat a dozen more times all over my crotch and then with one finger, started rubbing the spit into my cunt. He also spat a few times on his dick. Then I felt him grab my ass and pull it up until only my shoulders were touching the floor.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

I screamed as Lallan's dick invaded me despite my dryness. The copious spit had provided enough lubrication for the tip of his dick to breach my cunt.

"Shut the fuck up!" Lallan growled, "Or I'll cut it open with your own knife!"

The menace in his voice made me bite my lip. He spat a few more times on the junction of his dick and my cunt. And then thrust some more. I squealed at a high pitch but low volume, biting my lip.

I kept biting my lip and squealing. He kept spitting and thrusting. In a couple of minutes, he had penetrated me completely, and the friction had made my pussy release some juices on its own. Soon it stopped hurting. At least physically.

I opened my eyes again. And here's the depraved sight I saw. My thighs on either side of my face. My boobs partly spilling of the bra, resting against my collarbone. And almost right above me, my cunt lips, parted as Lallan's dick pistoned in and out of them, his hairy ass swinging back and forth.

"How do you like it now, huh, bitch? Destroying my family, turning my wife against me...how do you like it now? You arrogant snotty..."

And Lallan continued abusing me as he kept fucking my pussy hard and fast. Dazed, I looked at his dark hairy ass swing above my face and winced at every stroke of his dick. It was happening. It was really happening. This vile bastard was fucking me. He was raping me. And there's nothing I could do about it.

Around this time is when the last semblance of resistance completely exited my being. I more or less relaxed my tensed up body. I closed my eyes. The tears dried up. And the only utterances from me were involuntary rhythmic yips in response to Lallan's strokes.

Lallan fucked me in that weird position, my body folded like a matchbook, for about five more minutes. The verbal abuse and the slaps kept coming too.

"Rich whore! Getting drunk, trolloping around with me, and destroying the lives of poor people. I'll teach you a lesson."

I had more or less zoned the abuse out. At that moment, oddly enough, the only thought in my mind was how uncomfortable my tied up hands felt against my back.

Finally, Lallan took his dick out. I thought he was about to cum. But instead he got on his knees and dangled his dick over my face.

"Open your mouth wide, slut!" he commanded. "And if you as much as attempt to bite it, I'll shove that whole knife up your cunt!"

He shoved his wet dick inside my wide open mouth. His balls rested on my nose as the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat making me gag. But I couldn't move enough to take his dick out of my mouth. As his dick invaded my mouth, his tongue invaded my cunt. He 69-ed with me for a few more moments. He was surprisingly good with his tongue, knowing exactly where and how to use it against my clit. I tried to resist the waves of pleasure, reminding myself that this was not a fun consensual thing. Thankfully, he stopped with the 69ing soon.

As he got up, he pulled my ass up as much as he could until my torso was almost vertical. Then came the hard spanks. Really hard. Not playful stuff. He was raining blows on my ass to make it hurt.

"Pleeeeeeease...stoooooooooooop!!" I begged.

He stopped.

He reached out with his left hand and picked up the knife.

I started whimpering, fearing the worst when he said,

"Relax!"

The blade sliced through the fabric tying my hands together. Finally, that discomfort was gone. I slid my hands out from under my back. He paused, as if to see if I would start flailing them again and hit him or fight him or anything. But by this time, I was too exhausted. I just let them rest on the side.

He turned around to face me. He pushed my knees down even more and barked,

"Hold your ankles with your hands!"

I did as I was told. He then put his hands on my calves, bent his knees and entered me again. By now I was not dry. In fact, I was a little ashamed to note, that I was extremely lubricated, much more than with my husband.

"Open your eyes and LOOK AT ME!"

My hands on my ankles, my knees next to my ears on the floor, and my thighs open as my cunt was pistoned by his dick, I looked into his eyes. He stared at me, an evil grin on his face, as he fucked me. And then he spit. And he spit some more. My face was covered with his spit. But I didn't look away. I stared at him, expressionlessly. He kept drilling down into me. For what seemed like hours.

But it was only a few minutes when I felt something inside me. A strange spasm. Not exactly a spasm. Not painful. But something really overwhelming. What the hell was this? Was I about to pee? My hips started trembling over and beyond Lallan's strokes. And then suddenly, I started convulsing as if possessed. And Lallan started chuckling and started drilling me even harder. A trillion nerve endings seemed to come alive inside me and a tidal wave of sensations washed over me.

What was happening to me?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

Lallan took one hand off my calf and put it on my mouth to muffle my scream. I trashed about for what seemed like an hour but was probably 30 seconds, until my body ceded control back to me, and I stopped.

I could still hear the rhythmic squelching sound of his cock ramming my cunt as I regained control of my senses. And the realization hit me. And it made me start crying again.

I had just had an orgasm. The first ever vaginal orgasm of my life. I had read about them. My husband had often tried to bring me to one, with his penis as well as his fingers. But I had never had one. I had also read that many women just couldn't have them. I had always assumed I was one of those women. Until now. Now I had had one. And that too while I was being raped by a disgusting monster.

I was thinking about all this when Lallan withdrew his dick from my cunt and stood up. I let out another sob as I realized that my hips had involuntarily moved upwards to pull him back in. My body was betraying me.

"Get up!"

Lallan forcefully pulled me to my feet holding my hair. I felt a cramp in my thighs and my knees buckled, making me fall back down.

"I said UP!"

He pulled me up and started dragging me towards the bedroom wearing nothing but a bra that my boobs were spilling out of. Oh god, this man was now going to defile me in the very bed my husband and I slept in. I tried to resist, but he kept dragging me there.

"Please, not in there!"

"No one asked you for permission, slut!" he said and spat at me. A big glob of his saliva hit me on my cheek.

Soon I had been thrown on my bed and then made to get on all fours like a dog. My bra had been taken off, and with it the last vestige of modesty. I had then been entered and fucked doggy style, the bedposts creaking with the motion. I groaned with each stroke as he rammed into me hard. I could see us in the dressing mirror next to the bed. What a ghastly vulgar scene we made, me bent over with with my big tits squashing against the bed and my ass raise in the air. Lallan, short and wiry, but very energetic and pounding me with intensity.

I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to somehow pass out or fall asleep or something, so I would not have to live through this. But my eyes opened with shock as the lout shoved two fingers in my ass.

"AAAAHHHH!!"

"No need to scream, bitch. I know women like you love getting buggered."

The pounding continued as did the anal invasions with his fingers. I hated myself for the fact that my body was responding favorably to him. I didn't want to. My mind didn't want to. But what I saw in the mirror was a woman clearly enjoying the sex, even the fingers in the ass. It was like watching someone else while still knowing there was no one else. It was me. I was being fucked in my own bed by some random slum dog. And acknowledging that somehow seemed to coincide with another orgasm that I had been working hard to stave off. And that made Lallan start cumming too.

The bed creaked even more as the two of us throbbed and grunted to climax at the same time.

Lallan finished pumping the last of his seed inside me, puled his fingers out of my ass, and then rolled over on his side. I stayed on all fours, still breathing heavily, my ass up in the air, and his jizz dripping down the inside of my thighs. Lallan propped himself up on his elbow and started playing with my tits.

"You came twice." he said matter-of-factly.

The tears started again. I covered my face and started sobbing.

"Stop crying." he growled but I couldn't.

It wasn't enough that I had been raped. But I had actually had orgasms during it. How could that be? How could a worthless psychotic unemployed guy from the slums make me cum the way my handsome caring educated husband never had.

Lallan rolled off the bed and stood up. He went outside the bedroom and for a moment I was relieved, thinking he had left. But in a few seconds, I heard his footsteps come back. I turned my head away and kept my eyes closed, not knowing what he would do next. I was grimacing and bracing for the next indignity. Nothing happened though.

I opened my eyes and was shocked and saddened by what I saw. Lallan had a phone in his hand and he was snapping pictures of my naked curled up body from all angles.

"Please don't." I said, trying to pull a blanket over myself.

"Don't worry, memsaab. These are just for my private enjoyment. I won't whatsapp them to anyone. As long as you behave."

There was an edge to his voice. My shoulders slumped again, knowing there wasn't much I could do as of now to stop him. I rolled off the bed and struggled to stand up on my feet. There were aches all over my body.

"Where are you going, bitch?"

"Bathroom." I weakly said.

"Hmm...leave the door ajar. I don't want you trying some nonsense in there."

As I relieved myself, cringing at the open door, Lallan stayed outside, but talking.

"Parvati says you're a smart woman. So I don't need to spell it out. But I will. You need to rectify the blunder you made when you destroyed my family. You need to tell me where Parvati and my daughters are so I can go join them. And bring them home. If you don't do that or go to the police, these images of you will be splashed on every phone and every website and pretty soon every new channel. Your bosses, your colleagues, everyone will see how your shaved pussy looks and will be able to count the moles on your ass."

I said nothing. Finished peeing. Then cleaned myself up, washed my face and walked out.

"Well?" he said.

"Well what?" I asked, standing there naked next to him.

He slapped me.

"Where are my wife and daughter, you bitch?"

"I have no idea. I seriously don't know...please...no please just listen..."

Lallan had picked up a bathroom slipper by the bed and was pulling me towards him.

"A few smacks on that big round ass with a rubber chappal and you'll remember."

"But I swear that the information is kept...AAAAAA"

Rubber on naked ass skin hurts. It really hurts! I had never been manhandled or beaten before in my entire life, so I had no parameter or frame of reference to compare. But it hurt. Much more than his spanks.

Soon I was once again a sobbing quivering mess, curled up on the floor as he kept yelling at me to tell him. Finally I cracked under torture like many people do. I lied.

"Surat...she is in Surat."

He stopped hitting me.

"Where in Surat?"

"The exact address will be in the office files. We can do there in the morning." I wiped my tears while on the floor.

"We? What are we, a picnicking couple?" he growled. "You will get that information and give it to me."

My ass still stung from the chappal blows as I tried to stand up. Lallan walked away to the living area. I was hoping that maybe he would leave. But the night was far from over. I saw him walk towards our liquor cabinet.

"Hmmm...nice expensive imported booze."

He picked up a bottle of cognac and took a big swig from it. I stood tentatively for a few seconds looking at him, then walked towards the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed." I said.

"Did I say you could get dressed?" he asked in a menacing voice.

"No." I whispered in fear.

"Come here."

As I walked towards him with uncertain steps, he snapped a few more pictures with his phone between swigs of my expensive brandy. He was drinking that refined flavorful liquid like it was country hooch.

"Have some." he pushed the bottle towards me.

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"You stupid whore, do you like getting hurt? When will you realize that what I say to you are commands, not requests. Why don't you save yourself pain by just complying?"

I sighed, took the bottle and had a small sip.

"Big sips. Biiig sips, that's it." he said while taking pictures of me naked with the bottled tipped at my mouth. "I don't know why you're being so coy about it. When I grabbed you outside, you were clearly drunk. So it's not like you're some nun or sadhvi. I know you get drunk and whore around every night."

"Not every night." I protested.

"Haha, so you admit that you whore around?" he laughed maniacally about catching me in a verbal corner.

My throat burned with the chugs of the cognac. It was my husband Anup's. He was the one with the interest in brown liquors. I was more into wine and sweet cocktails. So the swigs of the strong booze started making me feel warm and also a little tipsy right away.

"This is what I hate about you rich people who pretend to care about social work and all that. In your office, you're like a Mother Teresa, being smug and lecturing people and telling poor people nasty things. But then you come home and wear these slutty clothes and buy expensive booze and that makes you modern."

I stayed quiet. It didn't seem like he was looking for a reply anyway. He was ranting.

"Lallan spends hundred rupees on some country booze and he is an evil monster his wife should leave. Shikha memsaab spends thousands of rupees on booze and she is posh."

"Wasn't about drinking." I muttered. I had been standing there naked for a while and by now had lost an sense of self-consciousness about my nudity.

"What did you say?"

"Parvati leaving you. It wasn't about drinking. It was about the beating. You drank and you beat her up until she was badly hurt."

"So what? It was just a little playful slapping around. Besides, why single me out? All men hit their wives sometimes when the wives misbehave. I am sure your chocolate hero there has slapped you around." he pointed towards a picture of Arun and me on the mantle.

"No. Never." I defiantly said as he pushed the cognac bottle back in my hand and started opening a tequila.

"Don't lie. I'm not the police. You can be honest." he chuckled.

"I am serious."

"Well then he is a wimp. Has no balls. No wonder you hollered so hard while cumming twice from my fucking. You needed a real man."

I winced at the shameful memory and took a couple of big swigs of the cognac.

"You stupid cunt...you stupid stupid cunt." he said angrily. "I did what you wanted and what Parvati wanted. Cut down on booze. Got a job. And while I was away, you fucked me over, didn't you? I couldn't believe it when one of my friends in the neighborhood told me that my wife and girls were gone. And there was a warrant for my arrest. Because of you, I now have a police record, you cunt."

There was a flash of anger in his eyes. He grabbed the cognac bottle from my hand and put it on the side. Then he put one hand on my shoulder and pushed me down on my knees in front of him. His naked dick was flaccid. He waved it around in front of my face.

"Suck it and make it hard again." he said. "I am not even close to finished with you tonight."

"Please Lallan, I beg you. Not this. I don't like it." I had never been into giving blowjobs. Not with my exes, not with my husband. It was something I always found disgusting and the few times I tried it, I would gag and retch.

"Oh ok I see." he said sounding reasonable. I was relieved, but just for a second. Because soon I was doubled over because of the kick to my stomach.

I had no choice. I had no say over anything. I straightened, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and took his dick in.

"Suck it properly, you cunt. not like you're eating a toffee. Better. Yes. Use your fingers on my balls. Good. And open those lovely big eyes and look up at me."

I could taste the bitter mix of my juices and his on the dick. I fought off the gag reflexes and started following his directions, looking up at his eyes. Of course, he took a few pictures of that and even a short video, of me naked on my knees with his dick in my mouth.

"Obviously, as soon as I heard about all that, I rushed back. Use your tongue. Around the head. Yes. Had to be careful, avoiding the police and others. Went back to my home but spotted the constables in our alley. Couldn't even go to my own home because of you. Take it all the way in, bitch. And then I remembered. Sector G4. House 134. The whole address you had mentioned that day."

That solved one puzzle that had been bothering me all night. How did he land up at my door? Of course, that day my cousin had called and stupidly, I blurted out my whole address in front of Lallan.

"And so I come here to confront you. And what do I find? The nasty bitch who made my wife leave me because I drink and whore around is going around doing the same. You hypocrite. I told you to look at me. Up, in my eyes. Yes. Suck it nice and deep. Yes. That's it you rich cunt."

For the next few minutes, he kept berating me as I sucked his cock to an erection. I had gotten used to the feel of the wet hard meat in my mouth by now and the gag reflexes had stopped. In fact I started sucking his dick with some enthusiasm, hoping that if I made him cum, I would be spared another round of fucking. But ten minutes passed and he was still hard and had still not cum.

"Get up, cunt." he slapped me lightly on the cheek and said.

I got back on my feet, wiping the saliva from my lips with the back of my hand. He chuckled and took a couple of pictures of that.

"The great high and mighty Shikha memsaab. Passing judgment on poor people and interfering with their lives. And now look at Shikha memsaab. Naked, drooling, and about to get fucked in the ass."

"No please." I pleaded. Was there no end to his depravity?

"Shut up. I'm sure a slut like you gets fucked in your ass all the time."

"Never. Never ever. And it will hurt." I begged him to see reason.

"Well I had never ever had my family taken away from me and believe me, that hurt."

What was happening? Why was this happening to me?

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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.