Previous Part: Serial Drillers – Part 2
Sunday, 9th July 2023
I had no idea how long I slept that night. My battered, bruised body craved rest and sleep, so skipping dinner didn’t bother me. Nor did laughter and loud conversations come from the living room.
The 5 perverts seemed to be in high spirits while I had passed out in bed. The noise of unlocking the bedroom door woke me up the next morning. I looked at the clock. It was 9.30 AM, Sunday.
Chapter 6: The Morning Bride
Ajeet Uncle entered the room in his tee and shorts. “Good morning!” he said, handing me a cup of tea. I was still naked, so I wrapped myself in a bedsheet and took a cup of tea.
“It rained the whole night,” he informed me, “and it is raining again now. The situation is worse than yesterday. Every road is waterlogged, and all shops and markets are closed.”
“My maidservant was expected to come at 8.00 AM. Did she?” I asked.
“In this rain? Impossible,” he said dismissively. “Nobody is going to come to your flat in this weather today. You are stuck with us.”
I felt helpless. Stuck alone with 5 wolves in my apartment. Can’t throw them out, can’t run out myself. I cursed my luck.
“Hope you slept well last night,” he said. “You have a long day ahead. Let’s clean you up.”
I looked at him and replied, “Uncle, I can clean myself up. No need for your help, thanks.”
Ajeet Uncle smiled, “I am sure you can. But the others have very high standards of cleanliness. They trust only me to do the job right. Your objections will not be entertained.”
So, this was the arrangement, I thought. Ajeet Uncle was a cleanliness freak and the official wash specialist of the gang. I didn’t argue with him. I knew it would be futile.
He removed the bedsheet from my naked body and took me to the bathroom. Then he gently put me under the shower and turned it on. The sudden surge of cold water felt so good on my skin. All the pain and agony of last night seemed to wash away. I didn’t want to leave the shower.
Whatever scepticism I had of Ajeet Uncle’s skills in the washing/bathing department vanished quickly. This man knew how to give a bath. He shampooed my hair, soaped my body, scrubbed my pussy, rinsed my asshole, and made me feel fresh.
He made me stand in front of the mirror while he rubbed lotion and moisturiser on my body. I noticed the bruises inflicted last night by Vinod and Pramod Uncle.
“Let’s get you dressed now,” he said as we entered the bedroom again. He opened my closet and started going through my clothes as if looking for something in particular.
“Do you have bridal wear?” he asked.
I was taken aback. Why bridal wear? What’s on his mind?
“Um… I have a lehenga-choli set I usually wear to weddings,” I replied. “Nothing else.”
“Perfect. Take it out, let me see,” he sounded excited.
I reached into my closet and took out a neatly ironed, dry-cleaned set of my favourite lehenga-choli. It was a bright red backless choli with strings at the back, and the lehenga was a mix of red and orange.
Ajeet Uncle was mighty pleased when he laid his eyes on the garment. “This is exactly what my buddies want,” he said.
“Why this outfit, Uncle?” I asked. “I don’t wear this at home. Let me try a t-shirt and leggings instead.”
“No way, Shilpi,” he said, taking the choli from my hand. “No more tees and shorts and jeans. We want to dress you up as a bride. You will be our new bride for today.”
He made me wear the choli on my bare body. He adjusted the shoulders, touched my boobs to smoothen out the creases, and tied the strings at the back himself. Tightly, a bit too tightly.
“Ahh! Uncle, it’s too tight,” I complained.
“That’s how I want it to be,” he replied. “The tighter the choli is tied, the deeper your cleavage will appear.” He stared at my cleavage in admiration and ran his fingers down the middle.
“Your tits also appear firmer when the strings are tied tightly,” he added and groped my boobs as if to check the firmness. “Now, let us put the lehenga on you.”
I reached into my underwear drawer and pulled out a panty, but he grabbed my hand. “No honey, not this. No more panties. What’s the point? It will get torn and damaged anyways.”
I understood what he meant and realised what he wanted. But felt embarrassed nevertheless at the shameless manner he stated the obvious.
He tightened the lehenga at the waist and asked me to sit in front of the mirror. “Take out all the jewellery you have,” he said.
This was getting weirder by the minute, I thought. First, bridal wear. Next, no undergarments. Now, he wants me decked up in jewellery. I did as I was told and pulled out my jewellery box from the closet.
“Is this all you have?” he sounded disappointed when he saw my jewellery collection. “It’s not much.”
“Uncle, I don’t have much here. Most of my ornaments are either with my Mom or kept in a locker at the bank.” I replied. “I don’t wear jewellery regularly.”
“Fine. Put on all of these,” he said.
“All? Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes. Don’t worry. We are not going to steal your jewellery. We have already stolen what we wanted,” he replied wickedly.
I put on my make-up and wore all the ornaments, gold bangles, anklets, a gold necklace, a pendant, gold earrings, and a gold ring. When I was done, Ajeet Uncle put a big red bindi on my forehead and stared in the mirror in admiration.
“You look like a bride, almost,” he said. “Our gang has always fantasised about ravishing a newly-wed virgin bride one day. Sadly, there are no more virgins left in this city. It’s almost impossible to find one these days.” He pinched my nipples through the choli. They stiffened and pointed up.
“You are way better than a virgin,” he said, pinching my nipples. “You are divine. You are temptation in its rawest form. No perfume or deodorant for you. Your raw body scent will drive us wild. You are our morning bride.”
Chapter 7: The Breakfast Orgy
We stepped out of the bedroom and walked towards the dining room, Ajeet Uncle ahead of me. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled my nostrils. I suddenly realised that I had skipped dinner last night. I started feeling hungry.
The dining table had a lavish spread – lots of food – and the other 4 uncles were sitting on chairs and chatting. As soon as they saw us, they went silent.
“Guys, I present our hot new bride to you,” announced Ajeet Uncle.
For a few seconds, there was no word, no noise from them. I could see 4 sets of hungry eyes molesting my body from head to toe with lusty stares. My nipples were still hard from the pinching of Ajeet Uncle, and they received most of their attention.
It was Sundaram Uncle who broke the silence by clapping his hands. Then the others joined in. They gave me thunderous applause as if I had just won an award.
“Ajeet, you have done a wonderful job,” said Vinod Uncle. “She looks way better than I could have imagined.”
“The credit goes to Shilpi,” replied Ajeet Uncle modestly. “She has always been a sultry siren. I just decked her up.”
“Walk around for a while, sweetheart. Take a few steps. Let us take a good look at you,” said Sundaram Uncle.
I took a few steps forward, went to the other end of the room and returned. My anklets made a musical noise, as did my bangles and all the other jewellery. They watched in awe and admiration. I felt like a model taking a catwalk.
“Her cleavage is so deep,” said Shankar Uncle, “but her tits are not bouncing when she walks.”
“That’s because I tightened her choli,” said Ajeet Uncle.
“No, we need to see them bounce. What’s Shilpi without her bouncing tits?” replied Shankar Uncle. He went around my back and untied all the strings of the choli. It remained in place, but my boobs became free.
“Now, walk again. Let’s see if there is any improvement,” he said.
I complied. I realised I was like an item on display for their enjoyment. I walked to the other end of the room and back. And this time, my boobs jiggled.
“There, mission accomplished,” said Shankar Uncle.
“Your choli will remain untied,” said Pramod Uncle.
“Have you given her a shave, Ajeet?” asked Vinod Uncle.
“No. Her private parts were clean-shaven already, just as yesterday,” replied Ajeet Uncle.
“That settles it then,” said Sundaram Uncle. “You are now our new bride. The 5 of us will share you.”
I didn’t know what to say. Is this some sort of twisted middle-aged male fantasy? I suppose so. Ajeet Uncle said as much a few minutes ago.
“Come, Shilpi. You must be hungry. While you were taking a bath and getting ready, we cooked all this for you,” said Sundaram Uncle. “We will have brunch instead of breakfast.”
I was amazed to see all that food cooked in such a short period. These uncles sure knew how to cook. I was impressed. Sundaram Uncle continued, “We have each cooked something from our home state. I have made idli, sambhar, rice and rasam.”
“I have made besan ki roti, dal baati choorma and gatte ki subji,” said Pramod Rathod.
“I have made shahi paneer and mooli ka parantha,” said Vinod Nagpal.
“And I have made payesh – Bengali kheer,” said Dada.
They all sat down on chairs surrounding the dining table. Unfortunately, there were only 5 chairs, and all were taken by the uncles. I was left standing.
“Don’t worry, sit on my lap,” said Sundaram Uncle.
I was not keen to sit on anyone’s lap. But I was hungry, and had nothing to lose. So I sat down on his lap. He started feeding me from his plate – idli, rice, rasam. Suddenly, my hunger pangs came rushing. I realised how hungry I was. I started gulping down food.
“Everyone, feed Shilpi first. She needs to eat,” announced Sundaram Uncle. “Else, she will not be able to withstand what’s coming next.”
Shivers ran down my spine. What’s coming next?
“Anna, pass her onto my lap,” said Vinod Uncle. Sundaram Uncle handed me over to Vinod, and I sat on his lap and started eating from his plate.
“You are not wearing anything under your lehenga, are you?” asked Vinod Uncle, as he rubbed his hand all over my hips and touched my butt crack through the lehenga.
I was busy eating but lifted my head in time to watch Ajeet Uncle wink at Vinod. I also felt Vinod Uncle’s hard-on poking at my hips. He dipped his finger in rasam, applied it on my cleavage, moved me sideways, and started licking it off it.
“It’s my turn now,” said Pramod Uncle, as Vinod passed me onto his lap.
For the next 30 minutes, these perverts passed me from one lap to another as if I was a toy. They played with my choli, my nipples, my butt, my jewellery. They pinched my bottom, rubbed my thighs, and caressed my belly while feeding me with their hands. They all became hard and rubbed their hardness on my butt.
“Anna, we need more Viagra,” said Shankar Uncle.
“I have 5 more pills,” announced Sundaram Uncle, “but these are all 25 mg. This is the last of the lot. I have no more in stock.”
“Great! 25 mg will do,” the other 4 replied unison. Sundaram Uncle took out 5 blue pills from his pocket and kept them on the table. Everyone picked up one pill and gulped it down with water.
The brunch had almost come to an end. The serial drillers ate like pigs, but they also fed me well. I felt better and strong again.
“It is now time for dessert,” said Dada, “Hope you all will like my payesh.” He served Kheer in small bowls to everyone and then looked at me.
“My sweet dish will taste better if our new bride feeds it off her tits,” he said mischievously.
Before I could react, he pulled at my choli from the shoulders. The strings at the back had been untied earlier by him, so it came off easily. One more pull and it came off my boobs too. He threw it on the floor below.
Shankar Uncle grabbed my left tit with one hand and poured Kheer on it with the other. Then he did the same with my right tit. Both my nipples were now covered in white Kheer. The serial drillers stared hungrily.
Shankar Uncle started sucking on my nipples. First, the left one, then the right. He sucked and licked off all the Kheer and still kept sucking. The serial drillers went wild.
They removed all the plates and bowls from the dining table, all the spoons and glasses, and made me lie on the table, face upwards. They each took turns pouring Kheer on my boobs.
They sucked and licked my nipples for as long as they could. I lay motionless as they kept going, round after round, until no kheer was left.
“It is the sweetest dessert I ever had,” said Ajeet Uncle.
“Her boobs are so milky, it felt like milk was flowing out of her nipples,” said Vinod Uncle.
“Ok, let us move on to the next phase,” announced Sundaram Uncle. He lifted my lehenga to my waist and exposed my bare snatch.
“She is wet. Do you see the moisture on her slit?” he said. The others gathered around and fixed their lusty gaze on my sloppy slit.
“Our bride is ready for us,” said Ajeet Uncle as he went inside the kitchen and returned with a jar of Dabur honey. “Nothing tastes like honey on a warm, wet pussy.”
He poured Dabur honey on my pussy and began licking. He started from my clit, moved onto the lips, around the edges, then opened the hole and stuck his tongue in. He even poured honey on the opening of my butthole and licked it.
Rivers of pleasure swept through my body as his tongue went in and out of my pussyhole, transporting me to another world. I could not control myself. I closed my eyes and started moaning, shivering and leaking.
I kept getting wetter and wetter as his tongue went deeper and deeper inside my pussy. And the noise of slurping increased.
Ajeet Uncle tongue-fucked my honey-coated pussy for what seemed like hours. I came at least twice and sprayed my juice all over his face, nose and lips.
“The perfect combination of sweet and salty,” he said as he licked his lips. “The sweetness of the honey mixed with the saltiness of her cum. Our bride should always taste like this.”
“She should always smell of sweat and cum,” added Pramod Uncle. “Her sweat, our sweat. Her cum, our cum.”
“Alright, guys,” said Sundaram Uncle, “the time has come to leave our marks on our bride. Make her yours.”
One Uncle grabbed my left hand, while another held my right. The third held my left leg, and the 4th Uncle held my right. The 5th walked up to my face and, without warning, started biting my neck and boobs. I shrieked in shock and agony as he kept biting all over my neck, throat and shoulders.
The others joined in. Like vultures devouring prey, they started biting my boobs, nipples, and thighs. All at the same time. I squealed like a baby rabbit as these 5 monsters bit me in every part of my naked body. My neck hurt, my boobs hurt, my nipples ached, my thighs burned, my pussy burned.
They left large red bite marks on my soft young skin and left me battered and bruised. They turned me over on the table, held me with my face down, and started biting my back and hips. I wriggled like a fish, quivered, writhed in agony, and got wet with desire.
Their lust knew no bounds as these horny animals violated my delicate nubile body with their teeth. They literally ‘left their mark’ on every inch of my skin except my face.
When I grew numb and could move no more, Sundaram Uncle made another announcement. “We will now plant our seed inside our bride. Viagra has gone into effect. We will follow an order of seniority – the senior most gets to dump his seed first, and so on. Also, remember, our bride has very tight holes. So use all the force you can.”
He took the 1st turn, being the senior most of the group. He spread my legs on the dining table and impaled my pussy with his big cock. I glanced at the wall clock. It was noon.
Another round of torrential rain lashed the windows, and the booming sound of thunder echoed all over the neighbourhood. Sundaram, Shankar, Pramod, Vinod and Ajeet invaded my pussy, one by one, in that order. I was so weak and exhausted by that time that I could not moan.
They humped and pumped, drilled and pounded my pussy for 1 hour, and blocked my tight hole with litres of cum. It was almost 1.30 PM when they got hard again and decided to have another go. This time, they turned me over and impaled my ass.
They followed the same order of seniority this time, too, filling my tiny asshole with enormous amounts of sticky white semen.
They left me on the dining table – naked and shivering – with their cum oozing out of my holes and bite marks all over my body. The serial drillers laughed and said, “ We will be back when it rains again.”
Chapter 8: The Aftermath
It took me a long time – hours before I managed to regain my composure and get down from the dining table. It took me every ounce of strength I had left in my body to do so. Unlike previous occasions, none of the uncles carried me to the bedroom this time. I was all by myself.
I was drenched in sweat and cum, just as these wolves wanted. My expensive lehenga had big blotches of semen stains all over. The sticky cum oozing out of my pussy and asshole formed a tiny pool of white cream on the surface of the dining table.
I limped to the bedroom, dragging my feet and body with the little strength I had left. I could feel rivers of semen dribbling down my holes, thighs and legs. I somehow managed to enter the bedroom and locked the door from inside. I promised myself that I would not open it, come what may.
I went straight to the bathroom, stood before the mirror, removed my lehenga, and felt like crying. I could not recognise myself anymore. My body was covered in hundreds of bite marks. My nipples were swollen and red, like red grapes.
My thighs and butt were scarred and sore. And thick white fluid was still dripping down my legs. The only items untouched were my jewellery, shining as ever. I removed all my ornaments, one by one, and took a cold shower.
I tried to scrub myself clean as much as possible. But my body was so sore and bruised that it felt like torture. After taking my shower, I just limped out of the bathroom and crashed on the bed. I looked at the clock before falling asleep. It was 4.00 PM.
I slept so soundly that when I woke up, it was almost nighttime. The entire apartment felt unusually quiet. There was no sound, noise or voice coming from anywhere. It felt strange as I expected to hear the voices of the uncles. But there was complete silence.
Nobody knocked on my bedroom door either. Even the pattering sound of rain had stopped. And then it dawned on me. They must be gone. I tried to remember their last words, “We will be back when it rains again.” Emboldened, I silently opened the door of the bedroom and peeked outside.
There was no sign of anyone nor any sound. I quickly put on clothes and tiptoed my way to the living room. Empty. Kitchen. Empty. Dining room. Empty. I checked the main door. It was closed but not locked. I breathed a huge sigh of relief and locked the door from inside.
The serial drillers must have left while I was lying semi-conscious at the dining table. They left as suddenly as they had come, just like the rain. They turned my peaceful life upside down and left behind an enormous mess – torn panties, t-shirts, unwashed plates and dishes, and an empty jar of Dabur honey.
They left the entire flat stinking of their cum and sweat and inflicted an unimaginable amount of pain. They took with them some sadistic pleasure for reasons only a mind as sick and twisted as theirs could fathom.
Why did they invade my home? Why did they leave without intimation? I will never know. All I know is that I am now scared of the rain. Each time it rains, I hear their last words echoing, “We will be back.”