Previous Part: Cold Wave – Part 2 (The Legend Of Champakali)
I listened to Jeetukaka and Champa’s story in stunned silence and disbelief. They devised this elaborate plot to avoid paying their debt to the village Pradhan. They conspired to enslave me to save some money! I went numb in shock and trauma.
I was now a prisoner in my own home. Nobody knew I was here. True to my nature, I had not informed anyone – neither family nor friends – about my trip to my ancestral house. I cursed myself for being bull-headed and stupid.
I had no access to my phone anymore, which meant no access to the outside world. There was no way for me to contact anyone and ask for help. And there was no way to escape Jeetukaka’s watchful eyes and run away to freedom.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked Champa in Jeetukaka’s absence. “It’s his debt. He saves money by not paying it. But what do YOU stand to gain from this?”
“I get to live in this big old house of yours,” Champa replied unashamedly. “Your parents never come to visit, and I am sick of living in a tiny hut all my life.”
“Jeetukaka has asked you to live here?” I was stunned. “Without taking my parent’s consent? Why do you like him so much?”
“Because he has the biggest dick and balls in the entire village,” she laughed. “And also because he is tired of serving your family as a caretaker for more than 20 years. Both of us deserve to enjoy this house for the rest of our lives.”
Day 4
Champa got busy training me to become a full-time slut. She did not return any of my clothes. I had no idea where she had hidden them. Instead, she gave me a couple of sarees and dupattas to wear.
“I can’t wear these pieces of fabric,” I shouted at her. “I need my clothes back.”
“Your city clothes are of no use in this village,” she replied coldly. “Our men feel intimidated by jeans-clad girls. Besides, it’s easier to do a whore’s job in a saree. All you have to do is lift it.”
“It’s December. It’s so cold. I need my sweaters and cardigans,” I protested feebly. “Besides, I don’t know how to drape a saree.”
“You don’t need a sweater anymore. Jeetu will keep you warm,” she chuckled. “From tomorrow, other men of the village will take turns to keep you warm.”
Other men? How many? I shuddered in panic.
“Let me help you drape the saree today,” Champa continued. “From tomorrow, you should be able to do it yourself.”
“Only a saree? Nothing else?” I was aghast.
“Yes. No undergarments. Just a saree. Why cover up when you have so much to reveal?” she replied with a wicked grin.
After draping the saree over my bare body, Champa proceeded to tie the dupatta over my boobs with a loose knot at the back. The flimsy fabric of the dupatta barely covered my breasts and revealed more than she had intended.
“Your tits are very firm and perky,” she said admiringly, “and plump enough to turn every man in this village insane with lust. That’s the advantage of being young. You remind me of my younger days.”
Just then, Jeetukaka appeared from nowhere. He took one look at me and stopped in his tracks. I could feel his lusty eyes boring into me. And I also noticed an instant boner forming a bulge under his lungi.
“Chhoti Rani, you look so different!” he said with exuberance. “You look just like I had pictured you in my dreams all these years – a perfect young village slut.”
“She is not ready yet,” Champa chipped in with her expert opinion. “She is still stiff and tense. We need to make her more relaxed and comfortable.”
“We?” Jeetukaka’s eyes lit up. “Of course. The 3 of us should get to know each other better.” He winked at Champa.
Before I could realise what was happening, Jeetukaka lifted me on his shoulder with just one arm. Even though I had experienced it before, I was once again struck by his prodigious strength. His power seemed to seep into my body. He carried me over to my bedroom and threw me on the bed like a toy.
I felt his iron-like grip on my hands and wrists. He shamelessly removed his lungi and vest and stood upright like a naked, hairy beast. My body quivered in the winter cold and at the sight of his monstrous erection. Several inches of his cock dangled menacingly before me like a black iron rod.
Champa joined in and climbed onto the bed. She pushed Jeetukaka’s head on my boobs. “Her boobs look like 2 ripe oranges. Don’t they, Jeetu?” she asked.
“Yes,” replied Jeetukaka lustily.
“These oranges need to be peeled off and tasted. What are you waiting for?” Champa egged him on.
Jeetukaka caught the flimsy dupatta covering my tits with his teeth and tore it off in one jerk.
“Bite them. Pinch them. Suck them,” she kept instigating him.
Jeetukaka went insane with lust. He took my nipples in his mouth, one by one, and pulled them with his lips as much as he could. My nipples expanded and swelled up due to his nonstop tugging and pulling. Until they turned red, and I started moaning.
Suddenly, I felt a hand under my saree. Creeping up above my thighs and touching my clit. A finger ran up and down along the length of my slit. A finger so slender and delicate that it could not have been a man’s.
I managed to steal a gaze while getting my tits molested by Jeetukaka. To my shock, it turned out to be Champa’s finger. The evil whore had crawled down to my legs and was fingering my snatch! The moment we made eye contact, she inserted her finger straight into my pussy.
I let out a gasp and moaned loudly. Never before had I been fingered by a woman. Champa’s delicate finger went in and out of my sloppy pussy like a slimy snake. Slowly and steadily. Jeetukaka’s bites on my nipples and Champa’s finger inside my cunt made me squeal in forbidden pleasure.
The entire room sounded like a whorehouse. My loud moans echoed across the walls. Squelching sounds emanated from my pussy due to Champa’s relentless finger-fucking. And Jeetukaka’s lips made the strangest of noises each time they tugged at my nipples and then let them go.
I squealed louder and louder as Champa finger-fucked me to orgasm. I came thrashing about on the bed and squirted my juice all over it. Both of them erupted in wicked laughter, seeing my condition. And Champa pushed Jeetukaka out of the way and straddled my face.
She lifted her saree and pushed her wet hairy pussy into my mouth. It smelled stinky and tasted filthy. I tried to move my head sideways, but she was quicker. She jammed her cunt on my lips, forcing me to stick my tongue out.
I had never licked pussy before and didn’t really know what I was doing. But there was no escape from this situation and no room to move my head. Champa rubbed her engorged clit on my tongue. The filthy salty taste and her stinky pussy hair made me want to throw up.
She moved back and forth in my mouth, compelling me to stick my tongue inside her dirty snatch. Her juices flowed into my mouth and onto my chin. They had an equally foul taste. Her trimmed pubic hair scratched my nose and lips and added to my torment.
“I need a hole,” Jeetukaka yelled suddenly. “Right now.”
The last several minutes were all about Champa in action. Jeetukaka must have felt abandoned and neglected. His monstrous cock was hungry and wild. His big, hairy balls were aching for a release.
“You can have 4,” Champa burst out into a fit of giggles. “Between me and Shilpi, 4 holes are waiting for you. How many can you have? Show me.”
Jeetukaka pounced on Champa like a wounded tiger. As if she had challenged his manhood. This illiterate rustic beast had always been inspired by lust and motivated by his cock. Fucking 2 babes together was an opportunity he was not ready to miss.
Champa assumed the doggy position and jiggled her butt to lure him. Her large round ass cheeks stuck high, making an invitation he could not refuse. He parted her hips and rubbed the tip of his mighty dick on her slippery juice. And shoved it into her pussy with a loud grunt.
Her hot wet hole clamped his enormous cock into a tight grip. Wild with desire and humiliated by her taunting, Jeetukaka started to rock back and forth with extreme ferocity. He plunged the entire length of his cock in and out of her with violent thrusts. Making her groan and yell wildly.
“Show me you are a man! Show me what you got!” she screamed in ecstasy. Jeetukaka started pounding her harder and harder. I watched in astonishment as she pushed her hips back with equal force. Matching the rhythm of his movements with her own.
I felt deeply embarrassed by their actions – these 2 horny animals grinding their groins right in front of me with no shame or dignity. Grunting and moaning, panting and sweating in the biting cold of winter. I prayed fervently that I be spared the torture of getting drilled by Jeetukaka’s enormous cock.
My prayers were answered soon after. Shaking and thrashing, Champa had a loud and explosive orgasm. The bed creaked loudly and rocked violently under the brutal force of Jeetukaka’s mighty thrusts. And like a possessed demon, he fucked lustily with eyes closed before cumming inside her.
He pushed deep into her, trying to shoot his spunk as far inside her pussy as he could. Champa’s cunt milked him dry as he released all his cum inside her. Spent and exhausted, she pulled forward while his cock literally popped out. Thick streams of creamy white fluid oozed out of her ravaged hole.
“Jeetu fucks like an animal when he is challenged,” she smiled at me. “You need to have big, wide hips to withstand his thrusts. But I am sure you are aware of this. You have already had enough experience with him.”
“1 hole conquered. 3 more to go,” roared Jeetukaka, as if he had won a battle.
“Easy, tiger. Shilpi is due to have her 1st client tomorrow,” quipped Champa. “She needs to rest and relax today. I am sure she will not be tense anymore.”
Day 5 (Morning)
A strange feeling woke me up in the middle of the night. Or perhaps it was early morning, before sunrise. I was sleeping alone on my bed. And something, or someone, was hovering over me and pressing my boobs.
Startled and scared, I opened my eyes and tried to get up. That was when I realised what it was. A man wearing a dhoti was straddling my face. His legs were on either side of my body.
I could not see his face in the dark but could see and feel something else. Something big and black was poking out of his white dhoti. And he was rubbing that big black thing on my face.
It was not just big, but hard too. And had a nasty smell. The smell was so disgusting that I let out a scream. All the while feeling his hands groping my boobs.
“Shh!” the man whispered. “Don’t be alarmed. I am the Village Pradhan.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” I yelled again. “Get off me!”
“Be quiet,” he whispered again. “You don’t know me, but I know you. Champa has told me all about you. You are Shilpi from Delhi, our new whore.”
“What the fuck!” I screamed again. And this time, he shoved that nasty, black, disgusting thing into my mouth.
“I have an agreement with Champa and Jeetu. I am supposed to be your 1st client,” he said in a low but menacing tone. “Now, be a good girl and stop resisting.”
I could not speak as his filthy, smelly cock had jammed my mouth. So I groaned and grunted and tried to wiggle myself out of his clutches.
“Champa and Jeetu are sleeping downstairs,” he continued. “They do not know I am here. I was scheduled to come in the afternoon. But could not wait that long.”
He pulled out his dick from my mouth to let me breathe for a second. I could not help but ask, “How did you manage to enter the house?”
“I sneaked in through the back wall,” he replied. “There is an opening. Champa always uses that to get in.”
There was an opening in the wall at the back of the house! I had no idea.
“Champa was right. You are so young and fresh. The village menfolk will be so happy to have you,” he said affectionately. “And these are so ripe and spongy, like summer mangoes,” he gave a hard squeeze on my tits.
“Listen, Sir. I don’t want to do this. Jeetukaka and Champa have tricked and imprisoned me. Please help me escape,” I pleaded.
“Not possible. I have made a deal with them. You have to become the new whore of our village. In return, I will forego Jeetu’s debt.” He pushed his dick back into my mouth.
Of all the awful things I have tasted in my life, the Pradhan’s cock has to be the most unpleasant. It had a terrible smell – like that of a public toilet – and an equally disgusting taste. Worse, he did not know how to be gentle with a woman’s mouth. Or perhaps he was too impatient and horny.
He pushed and shoved his organ roughly, making me cough and choke. His massive hairy balls kept swinging back and forth. His hands were now squeezing and fondling my boobs. His fingers were busy pinching my nipples.
“I have heard that city girls are very good at sucking a man,” he whispered lustily. “I am sure you are, too. I could not wait to find out.”
This whole village is a den of vice, I told myself. The men are perverts and perennially lusty. Nobody would lift a finger to save me. I would have to come up with an escape plan myself.
The Pradhan face-fucked me for a long time. Long enough for the sun to rise on the horizon. I kept my eyes closed throughout the ordeal. And he kept pounding my face fast and hard.
The 1st light of dawn peeped in through the windows. The first sound of chirping birds could be heard in the distance. That was when the Pradhan finished his marathon face-fuck session. And filled up my mouth and throat with a heavy discharge.
His cum was thick and sticky. It was warm and creamy. But it had a strong fishy taste and an offensive smell. He made me swallow it by keeping his cock deep inside my mouth and not pulling it out.
Satisfied and content, his gaze fell on my lower body. The early morning sunlight made it easier for him to check me out. He lifted my saree above my waist. And stared like a hungry dog at my bare pussy.
“No hair!” he exclaimed in delight. “The men will go crazy when they see this. We have never seen a clean-shaven pussy in our village. Our women do not shave down below.”
He brought his face close to my slit and poked his finger at the opening. As if he was playing with a toy. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers and took a long hard look. He then sniffed for a while and smacked his lips.
“I do not wish to leave, but I have to,” he sighed. “Jeetu and Champa usually wake up early. I will come again in the afternoon as scheduled. And this time, I will not come alone.”
He sneaked out as quietly as he had come in. I peeped through the window to watch him leave. There was a dense shrub behind the house covering the boundary wall. And I watched him get out through a hole in that wall hidden by the bushes.
I now knew my escape route. That hole in the wall was my only way out of there. I now had to figure out When and How to escape. I decided not to inform Champa and Jeetukaka of the Pradhan’s clandestine visit.
Day 5 (Afternoon)
The Pradhan kept his word. He turned up in the afternoon at the scheduled time. This time, he was wearing a fresh new dhoti and kurta. He was accompanied by 6 other men, all old and bald.
Jeetukaka welcomed them in and locked the main gate. He handed over the keys to Champa, who put them in her bag. But something inside her bag caught my attention for a fraction of a second. I caught a fleeting glimpse of my phone inside her bag while she opened it.
That bitch! She had kept my phone to herself! I was livid and angry. But decided to retain my cool and play along. Escape was my only priority now.
“Shilpi, you look ravishing,” the Pradhan’s eyes twinkled when he saw me. The 6 men following him stared at me with greedy eyes, scanning my body from head to foot.
Champa had dressed me up in a new multicolour saree without a pallu. She had tied a tiny piece of cloth across my boobs. Half of my tits lay uncovered, revealing my deep cleavage. The other half was semi-hidden, semi-visible under the sheer cloth.
“Pradhanji, you go first. That was the deal,” said Champa.
“Yes, I can’t wait,” the Pradhan approached me. “But my friends will also join me. They are the senior most men in the village and deserve to enjoy the new slut before anybody else.”
“Ok, as you wish. I suggest you do it here in the living room. There are 7 of you, and this room is the largest in the house,” Champa walked away to the kitchen with Jeetukaka.
I was scared beyond my wits. Those 7 wolves surrounded me from all sides. One by one, they started taking off their clothes. Only 1 among them wore a shirt and pants. The rest were in dhoti and lungi.
Within seconds, all of them got stark naked. Their clothes lay scattered all over the floor. Each one of them was hairy, old, bald and hard. Their cocks stood upright, pointed at me under their thick hairy groins and above their big hairy balls.
The Pradhan held me by my shoulders and untied the knot of my bustier at the back. The flimsy cloth fell silently on the floor. And out sprang my 34DD boobs, jiggling and bouncing.
The men went wild with savage desire. Like primitive beasts, they started pawing me from every direction. One groped my breasts, another grabbed my bottom, and the others molested whatever they could touch. It was hedonism at its best, and I was scared shitless.
“Wait till you see the best part of her body.” Saying this, the Pradhan tugged at my saree and removed it completely. I almost died in shame as 7 pairs of hungry eyes devoured my naked body. And all their attention was fixated between my legs – my bare snatch and my freshly shaved pussy.
“No hair around her holes!” yelled the Pradhan to the group. He made me lie down on the cold floor and parted my legs. The dirty old scoundrels stepped forward like a pack of wolves. They started fighting among themselves about who would get to fuck me first.
They pushed and shoved each other and jostled between themselves. Outnumbered and outwitted, I lay on the floor, pleading silently with my eyes for mercy. It had the opposite effect on them. Instead of compassion, all I could see in their eyes were pure lust and uncontrolled desire.
“Me first!” shouted the Pradhan. “It has already been agreed.” But the others were in no mood to listen. “I can’t wait for my turn. I don’t want to be the last in the line.” They all wanted to be the first, and none wanted to be the last.
Unable to decide and unwilling to wait, they all stood around me, dicks in hands, jerking off furiously. One by one, they began to cum. Spurts of warm, thick cream started falling on my body from above like a waterfall.
Chunks of white semen fell on my throat, boobs, belly, thighs and face. And every other part of my body. The smell was overbearing, but I had to withstand it.
I was bathed in semen. The dirty horny 7 had given me a semen bath. It was the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. They made me filthy from head to toe.
“Let us take a break before we start again,” said the Pradhan, panting in exhaustion. “Shilpi, you go and wash yourself in the bathroom. I like my whore neat and clean.”
As I walked towards the bathroom, I could hear loud moans and lusty grunts coming from the kitchen. It seemed both Jeetukaka and Champa had turned horny after witnessing my semen bath. And they were busy indulging in their action on the side.
Sensing a window of opportunity to escape, I quickly wiped off all the cum from my body with a wet towel. And wrapped it around my naked body before asking the Pradhan to go to the roof with the other men.
“Pradhanji, let’s go to the roof. There’s too much noise coming from the kitchen,” I said.
“You are right. Champa and Jeetu behave like animals. They have no shame. Doing dirty things in the presence of village elders,” he readily agreed.
They all climbed up the stairs and went to the roof, butt naked. I kept myself at the very end of the queue. As soon as every single one of them was on the roof, I bolted the door from the inside and ran down the stairs.
I rushed to the kitchen, where Jeetukaka and Champa were engaged in a lewd sexual act. But I had no time to stand and stare. I closed the kitchen door and locked it from outside. And then I picked up my phone and keys from Champa’s bag.
The loud banging started on the door of the roof. A few seconds later, similar noises could be heard on the kitchen door. I knew it was a matter of time before the 7 men on the roof broke open the door. And Jeetukaka alone was enough to smash down the kitchen door.
I had no idea where my clothes had been hidden. So, I picked up the shirt and pants of one of the men from the floor and put them on. The pants had a large waistline, so I tied the dupatta around my waist to prevent it from falling. And then I escaped through the hole in the wall hidden behind the bushes.
The noise of banging got louder. I could hear a lot of scurrying and shouting, fussing and fretting coming from the roof. But I was running towards my freedom without a pause. I had managed to flee from captivity at last.
I often wonder what might have happened after my escape. I would like to believe the 7 old men broke open the door on the roof. And they did to Champa what they intended to do to me. I also hope the Pradhan extracted every penny of his loan from Jeetukaka. But I am never going back there to check.
Concluded.