Anju's is from a small town of india
, a place where tradition and conservatism reigned supreme. The women adorned themselves in vibrant saris, their hair always neatly braided, and they wore a traditional sari that draped their body gracefully. Despite their modest appearance, Anju harbored deep-seated submissive desires that she had never confessed to anyone, not even herself.
Anju's son, Raju, was in his late teens and shared a close bond with his mother. He often found solace in her presence, seeking advice and comfort when the world around him seemed too much to bear. Little did Raju know that his mother's innocent exterior hid a secret life filled with forbidden desires.
One day, while rummaging through his mother's room, Raju stumbled upon a hidden stash of bondage magazines. Intrigued and confused, he carefully flipped through the pages, taking in the images of women bound and submissive. The more he looked, the more he realized that these images reminded him of his own mother. It was then that he began to suspect that there was more to Anju than met the eye.
Over the next few days, Raju couldn't shake the image of his mother in those magazines. He found himself fantasizing about her, imagining her in various scenarios of submission and domination. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he wanted to explore these desires with his mother. He knew it was taboo, but he couldn't help himself.
One evening, as they sat together in the garden, Raju mustered the courage to broach the subject with Anju. He told her about the magazines and how they had made him feel. To his surprise, Anju didn't react with shock or disgust. Instead, she listened intently, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Raju suggested that they try something new. He tied Anju up with a silk scarf, binding her wrists tightly behind her back. Then, he gagged her with a piece of cloth, muffling her cries as she struggled helplessly against the binds. The sensation of being completely at Raju's mercy was intoxicating for Anju, and she moaned into the gag, begging him to continue.
As the minutes passed, Anju's body began to relax into her submission. She closed her eyes, imagining herself in one of the stories from the magazines, feeling the touch of her son as he explored her bound form. Raju, too, was overcome with emotion. He ran his hands over his mother's smooth skin, marveling at the feeling of power he had over her. He knew that this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.
The night progressed, and Raju introduced Anju to a whole new world of BDSM play. He tied her up in intricate knots, gagged her with various items, and even spanked her. Each time he touched her, Anju moaned into her gag, her body begging for more. To her surprise, she found herself enjoying this newfound sense of surrender and release.
As the hours passed, they explored each other's limits and desires. Anju discovered that she enjoyed being both dominant and submissive, taking control of the situation when Raju allowed her to. She marveled at the trust she had in her son, knowing that he would never hurt her, but would always bring her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before.
Raju, for his part, reveled in the power he had over his mother. He relished the feeling of her body responding to his touch, her moans muffled by the gag, and her struggles against the binds. It was a heady mix of love and lust that left him reeling, and he knew that he would never tire of exploring it with her.
As the night wore on, Raju grew bolder in his experimentation. He stripped Anju bare, binding her breasts and thighs, leaving her completely vulnerable to his touch. He teased her with the promise of release, only to deny her again and again, making her beg for his attention. He even went so far as to force her to perform humiliating acts, making her beg for his approval and affection.
Throughout it all, Anju reveled in her submission. She had never known such intense pleasure or felt such a deep connection to her son. The trust she had in him allowed her to fully embrace her submissive side, and she found herself craving the sensations he brought out in her. As the sun began to rise, they collapsed together in a tangled heap on the floor, their bodies spent and satisfied.
As the weeks passed, their secret BDSM life became a permanent part of their existence. They no longer had to hide it from the world; they had built a world of their own, where they could explore their darkest desires without judgment. Raju had even begun to incorporate BDSM elements into their everyday lives, tying Anju up while he made her breakfast or gagging her while he did the laundry.
Their relationship had transformed into something beyond what either of them could have ever imagined. They had become masters and slaves, lovers and tormentors, all wrapped up in a twisted web of desire and dominance. Anju found herself craving the feel of Raju's hands on her body, the sting of his palm against her bare skin. And Raju, for his part, reveled in the power he had over his mother, knowing that he was the only one who could bring her to such heights of pleasure.
One day, they decided to take their games outdoors. Raju led Anju to the nearby jungle area, blindfolding her with a silk scarf as they went. When they reached a secluded spot, he stripped her naked and bound her to a tree, her body arched back, her breasts thrust forward. He teased her with the feel of his fingers on her wet folds, but never allowed her release. Instead, he moved lower, teasing her sensitive flesh with his tongue and teeth.
As few cars passed by, Anju felt a new level of humiliation wash over her. She tried to suppress the moans that rose in her throat, but they were lost amidst the sounds of nature and the jungle around them. Her body arched further into Raju's touch, her need for release growing more desperate with each passing moment.
Raju took advantage of her vulnerability, pushing her further into submission. He cupped her breast in his hand, squeezing it roughly before pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Anju cried out into the gag, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over her as the sound of her own voice echoed through the jungle.
"Oh, Mommy," Raju purred, "you are such a slut for this." He trailed his fingers down her stomach, teasing her sensitive flesh before dipping them into the warm, moist folds between her legs. "You belong to me now," he growled, "to do with as I please." His fingers found her clit, and he began to circle it expertly, driving her wild with desire.
Anju arched her back, her hips bucking against his touch in a futile attempt to find release. The breeze from the jungle teased her skin, and the sounds of nature surrounded her, making her feel so exposed and vulnerable. She tried to focus on the pleasure he was giving her, but the fear of being discovered was always there, just beneath the surface.
Raju sensed her resistance and relished it. He squeezed her breast harder, pinching her nipple between his fingers as he continued to tease her with his touch. "You belong to me now, Mommy," he whispered, "and I will do whatever I want with you." He pushed her further, driving her to the edge of sanity with his expert fingers.
Anju's body arched tighter, her cries muffled by the gag. She felt herself slipping, losing control. She wanted to beg him to stop, to let her come, but she knew better. In this world, submission was everything. So, with a final desperate moan, she surrendered.
Raju smiled in triumph as he removed his fingers from her aching flesh. "Very good, Mommy," he purred. "Now it's time for your punishment." He released her from the tree, allowing her to slump to the ground, exhausted and spent.
Anju lay there, her body still tingling from the sensations that had coursed through her. Raju knelt beside her, tracing a finger down her cheek. "You disobeyed me," he said softly, "and now you must pay the price."
He stood and walked a few steps away, returning with a shovel and a large, muddy bucket. "Get up, Mommy," he commanded, offering her his hand. She took it hesitantly, her body still weak from the release he'd forced her to surrender.
Raju led her to a nearby mud puddle, its thick, dark mud oozing between their feet. "You disobeyed me, and now you will clean up this mess," he told her coldly. "You will dig up all of this mud with your bare hands and put it into that bucket. And when you're finished, you will bring it back here and spread it over the tree you were tied to. Do you understand?"
Anju nodded miserably, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She knew there was no point in arguing or pleading with him. Raju handed her the shovel and the bucket, watching with amusement as she struggled to lift them. "You can use this stick to help you dig," he said, offering her a long, sturdy branch.
Anju took the stick gratefully and began to dig into the mud with all her strength. The thick, sludgy mud clung to her fingers and made it nearly impossible to dig more than a few inches at a time. Sweat poured down her face and stung her eyes, but she forced herself to keep going. She knew that if she didn't finish in time, Raju would make her suffer even more.
As she worked, Raju circled around her, occasionally offering his own comments on her progress. "Not bad, dirty pig," he might say when she made a particularly good effort. Or, "Come on, lazy cow, you can do better than that." The slang words stung, but they also served as a form of motivation. She didn't want to disappoint him any further.
The mud continued to resist her efforts, refusing to give up its grip on the earth. Her hands and arms ached from the strain, and her back threatened to give out at any moment. But she refused to give up. She could hear the jungle around her, feel its presence, and she knew that she had to survive this ordeal.
As the hours wore on, Raju began to touch her more intimately. He would pinch her nipples, slap her ass, and even grab her crotch, eliciting gasps of surprise and pain from her. At first, she tried to resist his advances, but it quickly became clear that she had no choice. If she wanted to survive, she would have to play along. So, she gave in, allowing him to touch her as he pleased.
As Raju's touch became more daring, so too did her own responses. She found herself growing aroused despite the harsh conditions of their surroundings. Her body betrayed her, betraying her will to resist. She began to moan softly at his touch, unable to help herself. She knew that this was wrong, that it went against everything she believed in, but the pleasure was too much.
Her mind drifted back to the nights they had spent together in their shared bed, their bodies entwined in a dance of dominance and submission. She remembered the way he would pin her down, his strong hands exploring her body with a possessive tenderness. She remembered the feeling of being completely at his mercy, of giving herself over to him completely.
As Raju continued to touch her, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt like to truly love someone. Was this the connection she had been searching for all these years? Was this what it meant to be truly free?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping nearby. They both froze, listening intently for any further signs of intrusion. After a tense moment, Raju let out a shaky breath and resumed his teasing. But the fear remained, a constant reminder of the fragility of their situation.
As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to dip below the treetops, casting long shadows across the clearing. Anju could feel the cool air of evening creeping in, a welcome relief from the oppressive heat of the day. She and Raju worked in silence now, each lost in their own thoughts as they struggled to complete the impossible task.
Finally, with a groan of defeat, Anju collapsed onto her knees, her hands sinking into the mud with a final, resigned thud. She looked up at her son, her body aching from the effort. "I can't do it," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I've tried everything I can think of, but it's no use."
Raju nodded, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment. He knelt down beside her, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I knew you'd never be able to do it," he said, a hint of mockery in his voice. "But at least you tried." He reached over and cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Now, it's time for you to pay the price."
His words sent a shiver down Anju's spine. She hated she couldn't complete the task. she was not feeling bad for the all humiliation she endured, instead she was feeling bad that she couldn't complete the task.
Raju smiled coldly, enjoying the look of despair on her face. "Very well, then," he said, standing up and brushing the dirt off his hands. "As you were unable to complete the now you have to be a slave one full day of my choosing. You will obey my every command on that day, without question or protest. As it is getting dark and you also very much tired today we are stopping here"
He motioned for her to follow him back to their home. As they walked, Anju's mind raced with the implications of her failure. She knew that the next time Raju summoned her to serve as his slave, it would be even harder for her to bear. But she also knew that she also need it and she too enjoy it.
When they arrived at their home, Raju busied himself with preparing a simple meal while Anju collapsed onto their rough-hewn bed, exhaustion overtaking her. She closed her eyes, trying to forget the humiliation she had endured in the clearing and focus on the feeling of Raju's strong arms around her. Despite everything, she couldn't help but crave his touch.
As the days passed, their relationship remained strained. They continued to work together, but there was an unspoken tension between them. Anju couldn't help but wonder when Raju would summon her to be his slave again. She found herself fantasizing about it, her mind wandering back to the feeling of his hands on her body, the way he made her feel so helpless and so desired.
The anticipation built up inside her, a constant ache that she couldn't ignore. She knew that when Raju finally did call upon her to serve, it would be even harder for her to endure. But at the same time, she couldn't help but long for it, for the release and the freedom that came from giving herself over to him completely.
Days passed, and the tension between them grew. Anju found herself lost in thought, wondering what Raju was planning, what he had in store for her. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement, her body growing restless with anticipation.
Finally, one night Raju told his mom to be ready for next day. they both will go to their old house in village.
Anju had no idea why they were going there. She had tried asking Raju earlier but he had always brushed her off with a smile, saying that it was a surprise. As she lay awake in her small hut, she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding in her stomach. Something about this trip didn't sit right with her.
She rose with the first light of dawn, yawning and stretching. Raju was already up, busying himself with preparations for the journey. He glanced at her and nodded approvingly when he saw that she was awake. "Good," he said. "You're going to need to be on your best behavior today."
Anju frowned, confused. "Why? What's happening?"
Raju gave her a sly smile. "Oh, nothing too special. Just a little trip down memory lane. To our old house, remember?"
She did remember. Their old house was where they had spent the happiest times of their lives, before everything had changed. Before her father's death, before they had been forced to leave their home and come to the town. Anju's stomach flipped uncomfortably. "Why are we going there?" she asked again, her voice trembling slightly.
Raju's grin widened. "Because it's time for you to repay your debt, my dear."
Anju felt a chill run down her spine. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Raju smiled again, almost sadly. "You know exactly what I mean. You've been avoiding this for far too long. It's time for you to pay your debts, my mom."
Anju felt her heart pound in her chest. She knew exactly what he was talking about, and she couldn't believe that he was finally forcing her hand. "Raju..." she started to say, but he cut her off.
"No more excuses, my dear. It's time for you to pay your debts. You owe me this," he said, his voice low and insistent. He took her hand in his, his grip firm but not unkind. "I've been patient with you, Mom. I've given you time to adjust to our new life here. But I can't keep doing that. I need you to understand that what happened between us... it's not something we can just forget."
Anju felt her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to protest, to beg him to spare her, but the words stuck in her throat. Raju's words were like a knife to her heart, slicing through her defenses and leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She couldn't deny the truth of what he was saying. She had been enjoying it too.
As the sun began to rise over the horizon, Raju awoke with a devious grin on his face. He had spent the entire night planning the perfect day for his mother, Anju. It was a day that would be filled with humiliation, degradation, and submission. A day that would test the limits of their relationship and push Anju to her breaking point. The plan was meticulous, twisted, and very, very nasty.
Raju decided that the best place to begin their journey was their old house in the village. He knew that the villagers would be fascinated to see how Anju had changed over the years, and he was eager to share her with them. As Anju stirred from her sleep, Raju revealed his plan to her. At first, she was horrified, but as he continued to explain the details of the day, a strange and perverse excitement began to build within her.
Anju had no choice but to obey. She was unable to complete the task, and as per their agreement, she was his to command for the entire twenty-four hours. Raju knew just how to take advantage of this situation. He chose an old, torn-up saree for her to wear, a blouse that hung loosely off her shoulders, and a petticoat that barely covered her hips. The dress was old and tattered, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in every way possible. Anju couldn't protest; it was her punishment for losing.
They took the early morning bus ride to the village.
The journey was long and uncomfortable, but it gave Raju ample time to enjoy the reactions of the other passengers. As the bus wound its way through the bustling streets of the city, Anju sat demurely beside him, her face buried in her hands. The torn saree draped loosely over her body, revealing glimpses of her bare skin and the thin, translucent fabric beneath.
The air in the bus was thick with lust and desire, and it wasn't long before the first man began to touch her. His hand slipped beneath the hem of her sari, brushing against her inner thigh. Anju's breath hitched, her body tense with anticipation and fear. Raju watched impassively from his seat at the front of the bus, knowing that this was only the beginning. As the bus continued to fill with men, all of them eager to get a taste of his mother's body, Anju became increasingly aroused. Her breasts heaved beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, and a sheen of perspiration broke out across her forehead.
The men took turns touching her, feeling her up beneath her sari, and even forcing their hands down her petticoat. They groped at her breasts, squeezed her ass, and thrust their fingers inside her wet, willing sex. Anju moaned and writhed in her seat, her body betraying her need for them. Raju watched with a satisfied smirk, enjoying the sight of his mother being used and abused by these complete strangers.
As the bus approached the outskirts of the village, the men began to disembark, one by one. Some of them exchanged glances with Raju, their expressions a mixture of lust and guilt. Others shot him grateful looks, as if they were thanking him for allowing them this opportunity. But none of them said a word. They all knew that if they did, they would face the wrath of Raju and his mother.
The bus finally pulled away, leaving Raju and Anju alone at the deserted bus stop. Anju's breath came in ragged gasps, her body still trembling from the exertion of the past hour. Raju surveyed her with satisfaction. Her dress was even more torn up now, exposing her breasts, her flat stomach, and her hips. He reached out and roughly pulled her closer to him, his hand finding its way beneath her petticoat.
"You did well today, Mother," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Very well."
As the sun rose over the village, the air was already thick with anticipation. Raju already had hatched a plan to humiliate his mother Anju, on the village. where he had arranged for two of the local men, Bhalu and Kalu, to take advantage of her in any way they pleased, as long as they didn't go so far as to have sexual intercourse with her without his permission.
When they arrived at the village hut, Bhalu, a perverted old man in his sixties, and Kalu, a black-haired, muscular hunk in his thirties, were already waiting for them. Raju introduced his mother Anju to the two men, explaining the rules of their little game. Anju, despite her initial shock and horror at the situation, couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal course through her veins as she looked at the two men, so different from each other yet equally powerful and alluring.
Bhalu, with a lecherous grin, began inspecting her body, feeling her breasts and buttocks through her clothes. "Ah, she's got a nice figure for an older woman," he commented, eliciting a grunt of agreement from Kalu. Then, he grabbed a rag and dipped it in some muddy water, smeared it across her face, obscuring her features. "Now, let's see if you can be a useful slave or not," he growled.
As Anju's vision began to clear, she saw Kalu standing before her, his muscular chest heaving slightly. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her towards a nearby pile of firewood. "You'll be working as our servant today," he informed her, his voice rough and commanding. "Your first task is to gather this wood and split it into kindling. We've got a lot of work to do around here." Anju hesitated for a moment, glancing between the two men, unsure of what to do. The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for her response.
Meanwhile, Raju watched the scene unfold from a distance, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at seeing his mother being humiliated in this way. He knew that the farmers would take full advantage of her, but he also knew that Anju was enjoying it just as much as they were. There was something about the power exchange, the loss of control and the degradation that seemed to arouse her in a way nothing else ever had.
As Anju began to gather the firewood, Bhalu circled around her, his gaze fixed on her breasts. "Now, now," he chuckled, "no need to go too fast. We've got all day, haven't we?" He reached out and groped one of her breasts roughly, causing her to gasp. Kalu, who was busy chopping wood nearby, let out a low chuckle. "See?" he said to Bhalu, "I told you she'd be a useful slave."
Anju struggled to regain her composure as she continued to gather the wood. Bhalu followed her, occasionally grabbing her from behind or pushing his body against hers. He would whisper lewd comments in her ear, telling her how much she turned him on. Kalu, amused by the spectacle, would occasionally interrupt with a comment of his own, egging Bhalu on.
As they worked together to repair the hut, the men took turns humiliating Anju. Bhalu would slap her ass or pinch her nipples while she worked, while Kalu would pull her hair or spank her when she made a mistake. The pain and degradation only seemed to fuel her arousal, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs. She began to wonder if this was some sort of twisted pleasure she had been missing out on all these years.
When they finally finished repairing the hut, the men led her to a small stream nearby. "Now, slave," Bhalu said, grabbing a bar of soap, "you're going to clean our tools and then yourself." He forced her to her knees and shoved the soapy tools into her hands. Kalu stood behind her, his hardened member pressed against her back as he watched her clean. "Don't you dare forget any spots," he growled.
As Anju scrubbed the tools, she could feel Bhalu's breath on her neck. "You know, slave," he whispered, "I've been thinking. Maybe we should find a way to keep you around." He ran his hand down her back, cupping her buttocks roughly. "You've been such a good slave today. Maybe we could let you stay with us... as our personal plaything." Anju's heart raced at the thought. She knew that this was exactly what she wanted, but she also knew that it would mean giving up everything she had ever known.
Kalu chuckled darkly. "Oh, I don't know about that. You've still got a lot of punishing to do, girl. I think we should make you earn your keep before we decide." He grabbed a particularly dirty tool and thrust it roughly into her hands. "Come on, slave. Prove yourself."
Anju's fingers trembled as she scrubbed the tool, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The men's voices surrounded her, a cacophony of lewd commands and dirty jokes. She could feel their eyes on her body, assessing her every movement. As she worked, she became more and more aware of her own arousal, the heat between her legs growing unbearable. She wanted nothing more than to please them, to make them happy.
"Harder, slave," Bhalu growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't you want to make your masters proud?" She forced herself to scrub the tool with more vigor, feeling the roughness of the wood against her palms. "That's it," he murmured, his fingers digging into her hip. "You're learning fast."
Kalu watched her intently, his expression unreadable. "I think you're enjoying this, slave." He paused, considering her for a moment. "Maybe we'll let you stay." His words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She looked up at him, hopeful, but uncertain.
Anju nodded, still kneeling in the water. "Thank you, Master Kalu." She felt a surge of relief wash over her, followed by a rush of excitement at the prospect of being able to stay with them.
Raju, her son, stepped forward, his expression serious. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but you all have work to do in the cultivation land. You two need to teach Anju how to cultivate." He gestured toward the fields beyond the trees. "The crops aren't doing well, and she needs to learn how to take care of them."
Anju's heart sank. She had been hoping for a moment of reprieve, but it seemed that fate had other plans for her. She glanced at her son, then back at Bhalu and Kalu. "Yes, Raju is right. I'll go with you." She forced herself to stand tall, determined to face whatever they had in store for her.
Bhalu grinned wolfishly. "Good girl. Come on, we'll teach you how to be a proper slave." He led the way to the fields, his muscular arms flexing with each step. Kalu followed close behind, his hand brushing against her hip in a possessive gesture. The other men trailed after them, their laughter filling the air.
As they arrived at the cultivation land, Anju took in the sight of the struggling crops. She had never worked in the fields before, but she knew that she had to do whatever it took to make them grow strong again. "So, slave," Bhalu began, his voice thick with amusement, "tell us, what do you know about cultivating?"
Anju swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. "Well, I've seen my father and his friends do it back home. They used to dig up the soil and plant seeds..." She trailed off, unsure how much of this knowledge would be useful here.
Bhalu laughed darkly. "Oh, that's good to hear. We'll just have to teach you our way, then." He grabbed a hoe from the ground and thrust it into her hands. "Come on, slave. Show us what you've got."
Anju took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she looked around at the other men. They all seemed to be enjoying the spectacle of her being put to work, their leering expressions and crude comments making it clear that they intended to humiliate her at every turn.
"Well, I guess I'll start by..." She trailed off, unsure how to begin. Bhalu chuckled darkly and stepped forward, positioning himself behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands pressing into her skin. "Let me show you how it's done," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ear. Anju felt a shiver of fear and arousal course through her body as he guided her hands with the hoe.
"You see, slave," he continued, "you dig up the soil like this..." His hands moved expertly, guiding hers as he worked the hoe into the ground. "And then you plant the seeds, nice and deep..." He lowered her hands, pressing them into the soil, before pushing them up again. "And then you cover them up with more soil, like this..." His rough hands stroked over her fingers, guiding them to bury the seeds.
Anju swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal as Bhalu used her body to dig and plant the seeds. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was difficult to ignore the way he moved against her, the heat of his body, and the hungry looks in the eyes of the other men.
As they worked their way through the field, Kalu took his turn showing her how to tend the plants. He would stand close behind her, his hands pressing against her back, guiding her movements. At times, his touch would linger, brushing against her skin in a way that made her heart race. She could feel the rough calluses on his palms, contrasting sharply with the smoothness of her own.
The men around them continued to watch and laugh, their lewd comments and catcalls adding to the humiliation she felt. But as she worked, Anju couldn't deny the strange thrill she got from being so intimately connected to these men. It was a powerlessness that was both frightening and arousing.
"That's it, slave," Bhalu growled in her ear. "You're doing a good job. Just keep following my lead." His hands moved expertly on hers, guiding her movements with just the right amount of pressure. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, his hardness pressing against her hip. It was a constant reminder of who was in control here.
As they continued to work their way through the field, Kalu stepped in front of her. His hands came to rest on her hips, holding her firmly in place. His breath fanned her cheek as he leaned in close. "You know, slave," he whispered, his voice low and rough, "I think you're enjoying this just a little too much." Anju felt her cheeks flush at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. There was something about being so intimately connected to these men, feeling their strength and their desire, that stirred something deep inside her.
"Now," Kalu continued, his voice hardening, "let's see if you can dig a drain properly." He moved his hands from her hips, taking hers and positioning them at the edge of the furrow. "You dig down like this," he said, guiding her movements, "and then you make a little tunnel, like this." His fingers moved expertly, showing her the rhythm and the pressure she should use. "And then," he finished, his breath hot against her ear, "you cover up the dirt, so the water doesn't fill it back up."
Anju tried her best to follow his instructions, feeling her heart race as she struggled to keep up with his expertise. Two of them around her, laughing and jeering, their lewd comments adding to the humiliation she felt. But there was something else there too. Something hot and hungry in the air that made her blood race and her skin tingle.
As she dug, the muscles in her back and arms burning from the effort, she could feel the weight of their gazes on her. Bhalu's hands moved over hers, guiding her movements, his rough skin scraping against her own. She could feel the heat of his body as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her neck. "That's it, slave," he growled. "You're doing well." His words were laced with cruelty, but there was a hint of approval there too.
Kalu, standing behind her, pressed his body against her back, his hands resting lightly on her hips. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was straining to control himself. "Keep digging," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And don't you dare stop until you've done it right." The words sent a shiver down her spine, but they also made her heart race.
As she continued to dig, the men around her grew more aggressive. Their hands moved more roughly over hers, their breath hot against her neck and ears. She could feel their arousal, their need for her to succeed. And yet, the more they pushed her, the more she found herself unable to keep up.
Finally, with a sob of frustration, she looked up at Bhalu and Kalu. "I can't do it," she whispered. "I can't dig fast enough." Her arms ached from the effort, her back screaming in protest.
Bhalu's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh, you think you can't?" He bent down, his breath hot against her ear. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" His hands moved roughly over her shoulders, squeezing the muscles there. "Maybe you need a little incentive to work harder."
Kalu stepped forward, his expression dark. "I think we found the perfect one." He moved around her, coming to stand behind her. His hands found her hips, gripping them tightly. "You dig, slave," he growled into her ear, "and you dig fast. Or shall we teach you what it feels like to be truly punished?" His breath fanned her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
As anju failed to complete the task Kalu asked Raju's permission to punish her.
Raju nodded, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He was enjoying this spectacle far too much to deny them. Anju's body trembled with fear as Kalu and Bhalu moved closer, their eyes burning into hers.
Without further ado, Kalu grabbed a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back and exposing her neck. He leaned in close, his hot breath caressing her ear as he whispered, "You'll learn to dig faster, slave." Then, with a force that made her cry out in pain, he spanked her bare bottom. The stinging slap echoed through the field, leaving a red mark in its wake.
Anju bit back a scream, determined not to give them the satisfaction. But as the spanks continued, coming hard and fast, she could feel tears burning behind her eyes. She dug frantically, her movements more desperate now, as she tried to escape the punishment.
Bhalu moved closer, watching her with hungry eyes. He unbuttoned the next button of her blouse, revealing more of her creamy skin to the cool day air. Anju felt the fabric loosen from her chest, the material tickling her nipples. She could feel the heat of their gazes on her body, making her even more aware of her exposed flesh.
Kalu said for every minute pass you will get strip one by one your cloth will get tear up.
Anju's heart raced at the thought. She didn't want to lose any more clothing, but she couldn't seem to dig fast enough to meet their demands. With each passing minute, another button was unbuttoned, another piece of cloth was torn away. It was as if they were slowly stripping her of her dignity, exposing her vulnerability for all to see.
As Anju finished the job she was left with only torn up blouse and petticoat with big holes exposing her butt and boobs. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Bhalu and Kalu stood before her, their eyes gleaming with triumph.
Raju also come near them and enjoying the view as they all look at Anju body all expose and dirty with mud.
"Well done, slave," Bhalu said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You've proven yourself quite useful." He reached out and ran his fingers through the mud caked on her hair, smearing it across her cheek. Anju felt a shiver of revulsion course through her, but she dared not speak up.
Kalu stepped even closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You're such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice laced with lust. He slid his hands down her sides, tracing the curves of her waist before cupping her buttocks roughly.
They then took Anju to near by pond where they told her to get clean and Raju told his mom Anju as punishment she also have to clean Kalu and bhalu.
As Anju cleaned them, she couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of shame and arousal. Kalu and Bhalu towered over her, their muscular bodies gleaming with water, their erections pressing against her. They guided her hands, showing her how to wash them, their rough touch sending shivers down her spine.
Raju watched from a distance, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He couldn't believe his luck. Not only had he managed to humiliate his mom.
Anju washed their private parts with expert care, her movements fluid and confident. She took her time, relishing the feel of their hardness in her hands, the musky scent that surrounded them. As she licked their armpits, she felt a surge of power course through her. It was intoxicating.
"Ahh, that feels good," Bhalu murmured, closing his eyes for a moment as she laved his underarm. "You're a natural at this, slave."
Anju glanced up at him, feeling a thrill of power course through her. "Thank you, master," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper. She moved her hands to his thighs, her touch firm and confident as she ran her fingers over his smooth skin.
Kalu leaned back against the cool water, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation of her touch. "That's it, slave," he groaned. "You're doing a wonderful job." His voice was husky, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Anju moved her hands lower, cupping his heavy balls in her palms. She massaged them gently, rolling them between her fingers. "Do you want me to wash your balls, master?" she asked, her voice still soft and sultry.
Kalu's breath hitched, his eyes snapping open. "Yes," he gasped. "Yes, slave. Wash them." He reached down, taking her hair in his hand and guiding her closer. His erection was pressed tight against her hip, and she could feel the heat radiating from him.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his thigh, and took his balls into her hands. She cupped them gently, feeling their weight in her palms. With her other hand, she reached up, flicking her tongue out and running it over the skin just below his navel. Kalu moaned, arching his back as she touched him.
"That's it, slave," he panted. "You're doing such a good job." He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her touch. Anju moved her hands up and down, feeling the warmth and weight of his testicles in her grasp. She massaged them softly, her fingers dancing over his sensitive skin.
Raju watched from the corner of the hut, his heart racing with excitement. The sight of his mother being degraded in such a way was almost too much to bear. He could feel the blood rushing to his own groin, the desire coursing through his veins. He wished it was him instead of Anju, being touched by Bhalu and Kalu in such an intimate way.
As Anju continued to massage their bodies, she couldn't help but revel in the power she was feeling. The rough hands guiding her, the rough skin beneath her fingertips. It was a heady mixture of shame and arousal, and she found herself losing herself in the sensation.
"Ahh, that's perfect," Bhalu groaned, his eyes closed. "You have such strong hands, slave." He arched his back, giving her better access to his lower back. Anju leaned in, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat emanating from his skin.
Kalu let out a long sigh, his grip on her hair tightening. "You know," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "I could get used to this." He shifted slightly, guiding her hand to his lower back. "Right here," he purred, "rub a little harder."
Anju obeyed, digging her fingers into his flesh. The muscles in his back were taut and defined, and she reveled in the power she felt as she massaged him. "Yes, master?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Raju then called them and they all moved to the hut.
As they settled inside, Anju knelt between them, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as she gazed up at the three men towering over her. Bhalu sat to her left, his strong arms folded across his broad chest, and Kalu to her right, his dark eyes glinting with lust. Raju remained standing in the center of the hut, his expression a mix of excitement and possessiveness.
Raju with smirk face looking at her slutty mother Anju said " you know my slave is also a good masseurs"
Kalu chuckled, "Indeed, she is." He gestured for her to begin with his shoulders. "Go ahead, slave. Show us what you've got."
Anju leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Kalu's muscular chest as she massaged his shoulders. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was trying to control himself. It only made her work harder, digging her fingers deeper into his skin.
Raju watched as his mother's tongue flicked out, licking the sweat from Kalu's armpit. The sight of her degrading herself in such a way sent a wave of heat through his groin. He couldn't help but imagine it was him there instead, his mother's tongue lapping at his own armpit. He clenched his fists, trying to keep his composure.
Bhalu let out a satisfied groan as Anju's tongue danced across his chest. "Oh, that's perfect," he muttered. "You're such a good little slave." He reached down, cupping her face in his hand and guiding her closer to his sweaty skin. Anju obeyed, pressing her lips and tongue against his chest, tasting the saltiness of his sweat.
Kalu closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Anju's hands and tongue on his body. He could feel the heat building within him, the desire coursing through his veins. He wanted nothing more than to push her down onto the ground and take her there and then, but he knew that wasn't part of their game.
Instead, he let out a long, satisfied groan as she licked at the sweat beneath his arm. "That's it, slave," he purred. "Lick me clean." He arched his back, giving her better access to his armpit, reveling in the power he felt as he watched her kneel before him.
Anju glanced up at Raju, her eyes meeting his. There was a spark in his gaze that she hadn't seen before, a mixture of lust and possession that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the tension between them, the electricity in the air. Bhalu was growing bolder as well, his hands roaming over her body, tracing patterns on her skin that left her breathless.
"That's it, slave," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you enjoy this." He pushed her head down harder against his sweaty chest, urging her to lick and suck harder. Anju obeyed, her tongue darting out to lap at the saltiness of his armpit. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of being used in this way, of pleasing these powerful men.
As she continued to service Bhalu, she could feel Raju's hands on her hips, guiding her movements. His touch sent shivers of excitement down her spine. She glanced up at him, their eyes meeting in the dim light of the hut. His expression was one of barely contained lust, his eyes dark with desire.
Kalu, meanwhile, was enjoying the show from his position on the ground. He reached down, cupping her breast in his hand and squeezing gently. Anju arched her back, pressing herself against his touch. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" he purred, his voice thick with arousal. "You like being used like this, don't you?"
Anju could feel the heat building inside her as Bhalu's hands moved lower, tracing circles around her sex. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape. The sensation was overwhelming, and she was close to losing control.
Raju watched with interest as his mother was used in such a way. He could feel the tension in his own body building, his arousal growing with every passing moment. He glanced over at Kalu, their eyes meeting in the dim light of the hut. There was an understanding there, a shared desire for what was happening.
As Anju continued to pleasure Bhalu, her own body growing wet with desire, Raju couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in Bhalu's place. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He imagined himself being worshiped in the same way, feeling the warmth of Anju's mouth and the softness of her skin against his skin.
Kalu, meanwhile, seemed to be enjoying the show from his position on the ground. He reached up, tracing a finger along the line of Anju's jaw, before pulling her head back gently. "Look at me," he commanded. She obeyed, meeting his eyes. There was a mixture of lust and possession in his gaze that made her heart race.
"You know you belong to us, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. "You're nothing but our slave, here to serve and please us however we see fit." Anju nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. The realization that she truly was their property, that she belonged to them completely, sent a shiver down her spine.
As Bhalu continued to use her body for his pleasure, Raju watched from the corner of the hut. His arousal was almost unbearable, his cock straining against his loincloth. He could feel his own control slipping, the need to join in becoming overwhelming. But he held back, enjoying the power he felt in simply watching his mother be used like this.
Three of them then talk something between them and said they made Anju sit in the center of the room.
"Now slave, we have decided that you need to be punished for your disobedience. You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?" Bhalu sneered, his face just inches from hers.
Anju nodded meekly, her eyes downcast. She felt a mixture of shame and arousal at being scolded in such a way. "Yes, master," she whispered.
Kalu reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "You will show us your gratitude, won't you?" he growled. Anju nodded again, tears of joy welling up in her eyes.
Bhalu stood up, towering over her. He roughly pulled her to her feet and pushed her down onto her hands and knees. "From now on, you will address us as master," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "Do you understand?" Anju whimpered, "Yes, Master Bhalu."
Kalu nodded in approval and walked around behind her. He reached out, feeling the wetness between her legs. "You're still very aroused, aren't you?" he purred, his fingers rubbing her sensitive folds. Anju moaned, arching her back in response. "Good girl."
Raju couldn't believe the sight before him. His mother, once a proud and respected woman, was now reduced to this: a quivering mass of desire, ready to obey their every whim. He felt a surge of power course through him, and he knew that he had to join in.
Now we will start a game with you. As all three Raju, Kalu and Bhalu looking at Anju. They had planned a bdsm messy session for Anju.
"Anju," Raju started, his voice soft and commanding. "You are such a dirty little slut. We're going to make you a perfect slave. But first," he said, raising his hand, "we have a few rules."
Anju nodded, her heart racing. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.
Raju continued, "First rule: you must obey us without question. Second rule: you must take everything we give you, no matter how messy it gets. And third rule: you must thank us for each and every command we give you." He glanced over at Bhalu and Kalu, who both nodded in agreement.
Anju swallowed hard, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear. "Yes, masters," she whispered, feeling the weight of their rules pressing down upon her.
Raju leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear. "Good girl," he purred. "Now, we're going to start with some food. You like food, don't you, slave?" Anju nodded eagerly, her stomach rumbling. He smiled cruelly and placed a hand on her head, guiding it upwards. "Open wide, you fat pig"
As Anju opened her mouth, Bhalu stepped forward, a dripping spoon in his hand. He forced her jaw open wider, until it was stretched to its limit, and then began to spoon-feed her, shoving mouthful after mouthful of messy food into her gaping mouth. The food was warm and salty, and she could feel it trickling down her chin and onto her breasts.
Kalu knelt beside her, wiping her face with a rag, but only to smear the food around more. "What a disgusting pig you are," he growled, spitting into her open mouth. Anju choked on the mixture of food and saliva, coughing and gagging as she tried to swallow it all.allow it all. Bhalu continued to force feed her, his grip on her jaw tightening as he shoved another fistful of food into her mouth. Raju leaned in closer, watching her struggle with a mixture of amusement and arousal.
As she finally managed to swallow the last bit, he clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the room. "Good girl," he purred, reaching out to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. "You're such a dirty little pig. Now it's time for some more fun." He nodded to Bhalu, who began to pour a thick, sticky liquid over her body, letting it drip down her chest and belly. It. was warm and smelled sweet, but also strangely familiar.
"What is it?" Anju whimpered, her body trembling beneath their touch.
Raju chuckled darkly. "Why, it's just a little bit of honey, my dear. Isn't that what you like?" He watched as the realization dawned on her face, and she struggled to pull away from them. But they held her firmly in place, their grip unyielding.
Kalu took the dripping bottle from Bhalu and began to pour the honey over her breasts, letting it pool in the valley between them. "You're such a filthy little whore," he growled, his hot breath tickling her neck. "You like it when men spit on you, don't you?" He leaned forward and spat into her cleavage, the saliva mixing with the honey.
little by little whatever dress she was covered with are also got strip away.
Anju gasped as the cold air hit her bare skin, goosebumps rising on her arms and legs. The three men towered over her, their expressions a mixture of lust and cruelty. Bhalu reached out and roughly yanked her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "You like this, don't you, slave?" he growled. "You like being treated like an animal."
Her heart raced as she struggled against her bonds, but it was no use. They were too strong. Raju stepped forward, his hand raised high in the air. She winced, bracing herself for the impact as he brought it down hard across her bare ass. The slap echoed through the room, leaving a stinging pain that quickly spread across her flesh.
She let out a muffled cry, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. But instead of showing remorse, Raju merely grinned, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. "That's it, slave," he hissed. "Show us how much you enjoy being treated like an animal."
Kalu stepped forward, his hand raised high above her. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, she felt something warm and wet splatter against her back. Startled, she opened her eyes to see that Kalu had spat on her. The saliva dripped down her spine, tickling her skin.
"What's the matter, slave?" Raju taunted. "Afraid of a little spit?" He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "I think you like it." He spat again, this time landing on her shoulder. Anju felt a strange mixture of revulsion and arousal as she realized that she did, in fact, enjoy the humiliation.
Bhalu stepped forward, his hand moving to roughly squeeze one of her breasts. "You're such a disgusting little slut," he growled, spitting onto her other breast. The hot liquid mixed with the honey, making it thicker and stickier. "You belong to us now. We can do whatever we want with you."
As if to emphasize his point, Raju knelt down beside her and roughly yanked her legs apart, revealing her wet, throbbing sex. He grinned, taking in her exposed vulnerability, before leaning forward and running his tongue along her slit. Anju arched her back, unable to contain the moan that escaped her lips.
Kalu chuckled darkly, stepping forward to join him. He pressed his body against hers, feeling the heat emanating from her skin. His hand found its way between them, roughly massaging her clit as he ground his hips against her. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure, her juices dripping down his hand.
"That's it, slave," Bhalu growled, moving to kneel beside her head. He grasped a fistful of her hair, using it to force her face into the mess of honey and spit on her chest. She struggled to breathe, but found it impossible to pull away. "You're such a filthy little whore," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "You belong to us, and we're going to make sure you know it."
His words sent a shiver of anticipation through her body, making her wetter than ever. Raju shifted, his hand moving between her legs, rubbing her clit roughly. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and threatening. "You like feeling owned."
Kalu moved closer, pressing his body against hers, his hardness grinding against her wetness. "Tell us, slave," he breathed, his hot breath tickling her ear. "Tell us how much you want it." Anju struggled against her bonds, arching her back, wanting to feel them inside her.
Raju's hand moved faster, circling her clit with expert precision. "Tell us you're ours," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Tell us you belong to us, and we can do whatever we want with you." The sting of his palm on her ass seemed to intensify the sensations coursing through her body.
Kalu found a rope.
As he wrapped it around Anju's wrists, she closed her eyes, anticipating the pain that was sure to come. But instead, he tied her securely in place, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable. She felt a shiver of excitement course through her as she realized that this was only the beginning.
She was tied at the center of room all nude covering her body with messy food.
Her body tingled with anticipation as she felt the men approach her once again. Raju and Bhalu stood on either side of her, their hands hovering in the air, waiting for the signal to strike. Kalu knelt in front of her, his expression a mix of lust and dominance.
"are you a fat cow or pig?," Raju asked his mom, his hand snapping down to slap her exposed ass.
The sting of the slap was sharp and unexpected, but Anju found herself enjoying the pain and humiliation. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat in her cheeks as tears welled up. Bhalu laughed cruelly, slapping her again and again, each strike harder than the last.
"I asked you a question slave answer it" Raju asked again.
Anju panted, her eyes still closed. "I...I am your pig, master," she whispered, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a rush of shame and arousal. The slap of their hands against her flesh seemed to echo through the room, each strike a reminder of her new place in the world. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into the mess of honey and spit beneath her, feeling the warmth of their bodies against hers.
Raju laughed darkly, his hand moving to slap her other ass cheek. "That's better," he growled. "Now you're learning." Bhalu joined in, his slaps harder and faster than before. Anju cried out, her body twisting and bucking beneath them, her hips moving involuntarily against their hands.
Kalu leaned forward, his hot breath fanning across her ear. "You're such a filthy little pig," he whispered, his voice rough with lust. "You belong to us, and we're going to make sure you know it." He reached down, his hand grasping her aching clit, rolling it roughly between his fingers. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Anju arched her back, moaning as Kalu's touch ignited a fire inside her. Raju and Bhalu seemed to sense her arousal, and their hands became rougher, their slaps more insistent. She felt herself growing wetter, her hips grinding against the mess beneath her.
They started spit and slap game with Anju. They would ask dirty question and spit on her face or slap her depending on the answer.
Raju and Bhalu laughed cruelly as they took turns spitting on her face and slapping her. "Tell us how much you enjoy this, slut," Raju growled, his spit landing on her cheek with a wet splat. Anju struggled against her bonds, tears streaming down her face as she fought to maintain some semblance of dignity.
But Kalu's hand on her breast stilled her movements. He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear. "Tell us the truth, Anju," he whispered. "Do you want this? Do you want to belong to us?" His thumb rubbed roughly over her nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.
Anju's body betrayed her, arching involuntarily into his touch. "Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I want this. I want to be your pig."
Raju's smile was cruel and satisfied. "Good girl," he murmured, leaning in to spit again on her face. This time, Bhalu joined in, their saliva mixing on her skin as it trickled down her cheek. The sensation was repulsive, yet it sent a shiver of arousal through her. She could feel herself growing wetter, her need for them escalating with each passing moment.
Kalu continued to tease her breasts, his fingers expertly rolling and pinching until she was moaning and arching into his touch. "That's it, piggy," he growled, his hand moving lower to stroke her sensitive inner thigh. "Show us how much you want it."
Anju could feel the heat building within her, a desperate ache that seemed to consume every part of her being. As Raju and Bhalu continued their relentless torment, their hands and mouths moving over her body with an animalistic fervor, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Kalu's fingers finally found their target, teasing and prodding at her swollen, aching entrance. He pressed against her, his fingers slick with her own arousal, and she arched her back, moaning in despair as the sensation overwhelmed her.
Raju grinned, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "That's it, piggy. Take it." Bhalu's rough hands moved down, gripping her hips, guiding her body as Kalu thrust his fingers inside her. Anju cried out, her body writhing beneath their touch, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with their rhythm.
Kalu's fingers found her G-spot, expertly massaging it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She felt herself growing closer, the edge of ecstasy so close she could feel it teasing her senses. But just as she thought she might be able to bear it no longer, they stopped.
Raju leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Not yet." His hand moved down, roughly gripping her hair and forcing her head back. She felt his erection pressed against her ass, wet with his own arousal. Bhalu moved around behind her, positioning himself between her legs. With a rough thrust, he entered her, burying his cock deep inside her aching body.
Anju let out a sharp cry, her muscles tensing in shock and pain. The intrusion was brutal, but the feel of him inside her sent a shiver of pleasure through her. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against something deep and primal within her, and with a desperate moan, she arched her back, urging him on.
Kalu's fingers continued their relentless assault on her G-spot, driving her higher and higher. Her body was aflame with desire, every nerve ending tingling with need. She could feel the build-up, the impending climax that threatened to consume her entire being.
But just as she thought she could no longer bear the anticipation, they changed their rhythm. Bhalu began to thrust deeper and harder, his rough hands gripping her hips as he used her body for his own pleasure. Anju cried out, her body tensing and relaxing in time with their movements.
Raju's fingers dug into her shoulders, holding her immobile as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper inside her. She could feel him growing harder, stretching her more with each thrust. His breath came hot and ragged against her ear, his words slurring together as he whispered filthy things in her ear.
Bhalu's grip on her hips tightened, his movements becoming more frenzied as he drove into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that seemed to echo through the room. His thrusts grew deeper and harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
Anju could feel the tension building within her, a coil of desire that seemed to tighten with each passing second. She arched her back, moaning and crying out as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her senses. Raju's grip on her shoulder tightened, his hips thrusting forward with a violence that made her gasp for breath.
Bhalu's thrusts grew deeper and harder, his body slamming into hers in a rhythm that seemed to echo through the room. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her body as he took her harder and faster. Anju felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the sensation building inside her like a storm about to break.
Kalu's fingers continued their merciless assault on her G-spot, circling and pressing against it with just the right amount of pressure. Raju's hips slammed into her, his cock stretching her more with each thrust. She could feel him growing closer as well, their movements becoming more urgent and desperate.
Bhalu's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he felt himself nearing release. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, pushing Anju's body to the limit. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls as she was taken, claimed by these men.
Raju's grip on her shoulder tightened, his hips bucking wildly as he found his release. He groaned, the sound filling the room as he emptied himself deep inside her. His weight pressed down on her, pinning her to the bed, but she didn't mind. She was spent, exhausted from the exertion and the pleasure, but there was something more beneath the surface.
As Bhalu continued to thrust into her, his breath ragged and labored, Anju could feel the last tendrils of energy leaving her body. She had never known such a level of physical and emotional exhaustion, but at the same time, there was a sense of contentment, of peace, that she had never experienced before.
Her body felt as if it had been put through a meat grinder and then reassembled, every muscle aching and sore from the relentless pounding it had endured. Yet, despite the pain, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction, of pride even, in the knowledge that she had given them everything she had and then some.
She lay there, panting, her body limp and sated, as the men collapsed around her. Bhalu's weight settled on top of her, his breathing ragged as he tried to catch his breath. His cock twitched inside her, but it was done. Raju lay beside her, his body spent, his breathing labored. Even Kalu, who had brought her so much pleasure with his fingers, seemed drained.
The room was silent save for their ragged breathing and the occasional moan. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and Anju felt a contented warmth spread through her body. She had never experienced anything like this before, but somehow, she knew she would miss it.
As her senses began to return, she became aware of the weight of Bhalu's body on top of her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. She could feel the warmth of his skin against hers, and the softness of his hair tickling her shoulder. It was a strange sensation, this mix of exhaustion and intimacy, but it was also oddly comforting.
Raju stirred beside her, his breathing becoming steadier. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. His eyes were soft and gentle, a far cry from the possessive, lustful gaze she had seen earlier. "Are you all right, Anju?" he asked quietly.
Anju nodded, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the sound of her name on his lips. "I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice still hoarse from their exertions. "I just... I don't want to forget this."
Raju smiled, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "You won't," he assured her. "It's something special, between the two of us."
Anju looked into his eyes and felt a warmth spread through her. Despite everything that had happened, she couldn't help but feel a deep connection to this man. It was as if they had shared something profound, something that went beyond the physical.
The room began to grow brighter, the morning light spilling in through the window, chasing away the shadows of the night. Raju leaned down, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the embrace.
Bhalu and Kalu stirred beside them, Their eyelids fluttering open as the light grew stronger. They smiled lazily at the sight of them, still tangled together on the bed. "We'll leave you two to catch your breath," They murmured, rolling out of bed and disappearing from view.
Anju felt a pang of loss as they left, but Raju's arms around her were comforting. She snuggled closer, enjoying the warmth of his body and the feeling of safety that came from being in his embrace. They lay there for a while, just breathing and taking in the peace of the morning.
The scent of jasmine wafted in through the window, carried on a soft breeze. It was a familiar scent, one that always made her feel at home. Anju traced a finger along the pattern on the bedspread, lost in thought. She couldn't help but wonder how things would be between her and Raju now. They had shared something intimate, something profound, but would it last?
Raju stirred beside her, his dark eyes opening to the morning light. He stretched lazily, the muscles in his back rippling beneath his skin. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "How are you feeling?"
Anju nestled deeper into the pillow, enjoying the warmth of the bed and the comfort of Raju's presence. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "A little sore, but good." She glanced over at him, taking in his strong features and the way the sunlight caught in his black hair. It was a beautiful sight, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for what they had shared.
Raju smiled back at her, his dark eyes softening. He reached over, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "I'm glad you're all right," he said, his voice gentle. "I hope I didn't hurt you."
Anju shook her head, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "It's fine," she said, trying to sound confident. "I mean, it was... intense, but it's okay." She shifted uncomfortably, wishing she could find the words to express how she really felt.
Raju traced a circle on her arm, his fingers warm and comforting. "It's not something we need to talk about if you don't want to," he said softly. "its a mother and son secret"
Anju looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of discomfort or regret, but found only understanding and tenderness. "It's just..." she began, hesitating. "It's different now. Between us."
Raju nodded, his fingers never ceasing their gentle circling on her arm. "I know," he said softly. "But we don't have to change who we are because of it. We can still be mother and son, and..." He trailed off, seeming to search for the right words.
Anju took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever was about to come next. She couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and nervousness mixing with the comfort she derived from being close to him. "And what?" she prompted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Raju leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "And we can explore that," he said softly. "We can see where it leads us, as long as we're both willing to be honest with each other." His fingers trailed up her arm, coming to rest on her shoulder. "I want you to know that I'm here for you, Anju. No matter what happens."
Anju swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on her chest. She knew that things would never be the same between them, but she also knew that she trusted Raju with her life. His touch was gentle, his voice reassuring. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she considered the possibilities that lay before them.
As they rose from the bed, she couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin, the way his dark hair fell over his forehead. Raju was an attractive man, but it was more than that. There was something about him that drew her in, made her feel safe and loved.
They dressed in silence, both lost in their own thoughts about the night before and the uncertain future that lay ahead. Anju knew that things would never be the same between them, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt toward him. She wondered how he was feeling, how he was processing what had happened.
When they were finally ready, they left the village behind them, returning to their normal life in the city. The world around them seemed to fade into the background as they made their way through the busy streets, their minds consumed with the memories of their night together. Anju couldn't help but steal glances at Raju, noticing the way he walked, the way he held himself. He was still her son, but now there was something more.
, a place where tradition and conservatism reigned supreme. The women adorned themselves in vibrant saris, their hair always neatly braided, and they wore a traditional sari that draped their body gracefully. Despite their modest appearance, Anju harbored deep-seated submissive desires that she had never confessed to anyone, not even herself.
Anju's son, Raju, was in his late teens and shared a close bond with his mother. He often found solace in her presence, seeking advice and comfort when the world around him seemed too much to bear. Little did Raju know that his mother's innocent exterior hid a secret life filled with forbidden desires.
One day, while rummaging through his mother's room, Raju stumbled upon a hidden stash of bondage magazines. Intrigued and confused, he carefully flipped through the pages, taking in the images of women bound and submissive. The more he looked, the more he realized that these images reminded him of his own mother. It was then that he began to suspect that there was more to Anju than met the eye.
Over the next few days, Raju couldn't shake the image of his mother in those magazines. He found himself fantasizing about her, imagining her in various scenarios of submission and domination. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he wanted to explore these desires with his mother. He knew it was taboo, but he couldn't help himself.
One evening, as they sat together in the garden, Raju mustered the courage to broach the subject with Anju. He told her about the magazines and how they had made him feel. To his surprise, Anju didn't react with shock or disgust. Instead, she listened intently, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Raju suggested that they try something new. He tied Anju up with a silk scarf, binding her wrists tightly behind her back. Then, he gagged her with a piece of cloth, muffling her cries as she struggled helplessly against the binds. The sensation of being completely at Raju's mercy was intoxicating for Anju, and she moaned into the gag, begging him to continue.
As the minutes passed, Anju's body began to relax into her submission. She closed her eyes, imagining herself in one of the stories from the magazines, feeling the touch of her son as he explored her bound form. Raju, too, was overcome with emotion. He ran his hands over his mother's smooth skin, marveling at the feeling of power he had over her. He knew that this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.
The night progressed, and Raju introduced Anju to a whole new world of BDSM play. He tied her up in intricate knots, gagged her with various items, and even spanked her. Each time he touched her, Anju moaned into her gag, her body begging for more. To her surprise, she found herself enjoying this newfound sense of surrender and release.
As the hours passed, they explored each other's limits and desires. Anju discovered that she enjoyed being both dominant and submissive, taking control of the situation when Raju allowed her to. She marveled at the trust she had in her son, knowing that he would never hurt her, but would always bring her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before.
Raju, for his part, reveled in the power he had over his mother. He relished the feeling of her body responding to his touch, her moans muffled by the gag, and her struggles against the binds. It was a heady mix of love and lust that left him reeling, and he knew that he would never tire of exploring it with her.
As the night wore on, Raju grew bolder in his experimentation. He stripped Anju bare, binding her breasts and thighs, leaving her completely vulnerable to his touch. He teased her with the promise of release, only to deny her again and again, making her beg for his attention. He even went so far as to force her to perform humiliating acts, making her beg for his approval and affection.
Throughout it all, Anju reveled in her submission. She had never known such intense pleasure or felt such a deep connection to her son. The trust she had in him allowed her to fully embrace her submissive side, and she found herself craving the sensations he brought out in her. As the sun began to rise, they collapsed together in a tangled heap on the floor, their bodies spent and satisfied.
As the weeks passed, their secret BDSM life became a permanent part of their existence. They no longer had to hide it from the world; they had built a world of their own, where they could explore their darkest desires without judgment. Raju had even begun to incorporate BDSM elements into their everyday lives, tying Anju up while he made her breakfast or gagging her while he did the laundry.
Their relationship had transformed into something beyond what either of them could have ever imagined. They had become masters and slaves, lovers and tormentors, all wrapped up in a twisted web of desire and dominance. Anju found herself craving the feel of Raju's hands on her body, the sting of his palm against her bare skin. And Raju, for his part, reveled in the power he had over his mother, knowing that he was the only one who could bring her to such heights of pleasure.
One day, they decided to take their games outdoors. Raju led Anju to the nearby jungle area, blindfolding her with a silk scarf as they went. When they reached a secluded spot, he stripped her naked and bound her to a tree, her body arched back, her breasts thrust forward. He teased her with the feel of his fingers on her wet folds, but never allowed her release. Instead, he moved lower, teasing her sensitive flesh with his tongue and teeth.
As few cars passed by, Anju felt a new level of humiliation wash over her. She tried to suppress the moans that rose in her throat, but they were lost amidst the sounds of nature and the jungle around them. Her body arched further into Raju's touch, her need for release growing more desperate with each passing moment.
Raju took advantage of her vulnerability, pushing her further into submission. He cupped her breast in his hand, squeezing it roughly before pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Anju cried out into the gag, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over her as the sound of her own voice echoed through the jungle.
"Oh, Mommy," Raju purred, "you are such a slut for this." He trailed his fingers down her stomach, teasing her sensitive flesh before dipping them into the warm, moist folds between her legs. "You belong to me now," he growled, "to do with as I please." His fingers found her clit, and he began to circle it expertly, driving her wild with desire.
Anju arched her back, her hips bucking against his touch in a futile attempt to find release. The breeze from the jungle teased her skin, and the sounds of nature surrounded her, making her feel so exposed and vulnerable. She tried to focus on the pleasure he was giving her, but the fear of being discovered was always there, just beneath the surface.
Raju sensed her resistance and relished it. He squeezed her breast harder, pinching her nipple between his fingers as he continued to tease her with his touch. "You belong to me now, Mommy," he whispered, "and I will do whatever I want with you." He pushed her further, driving her to the edge of sanity with his expert fingers.
Anju's body arched tighter, her cries muffled by the gag. She felt herself slipping, losing control. She wanted to beg him to stop, to let her come, but she knew better. In this world, submission was everything. So, with a final desperate moan, she surrendered.
Raju smiled in triumph as he removed his fingers from her aching flesh. "Very good, Mommy," he purred. "Now it's time for your punishment." He released her from the tree, allowing her to slump to the ground, exhausted and spent.
Anju lay there, her body still tingling from the sensations that had coursed through her. Raju knelt beside her, tracing a finger down her cheek. "You disobeyed me," he said softly, "and now you must pay the price."
He stood and walked a few steps away, returning with a shovel and a large, muddy bucket. "Get up, Mommy," he commanded, offering her his hand. She took it hesitantly, her body still weak from the release he'd forced her to surrender.
Raju led her to a nearby mud puddle, its thick, dark mud oozing between their feet. "You disobeyed me, and now you will clean up this mess," he told her coldly. "You will dig up all of this mud with your bare hands and put it into that bucket. And when you're finished, you will bring it back here and spread it over the tree you were tied to. Do you understand?"
Anju nodded miserably, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She knew there was no point in arguing or pleading with him. Raju handed her the shovel and the bucket, watching with amusement as she struggled to lift them. "You can use this stick to help you dig," he said, offering her a long, sturdy branch.
Anju took the stick gratefully and began to dig into the mud with all her strength. The thick, sludgy mud clung to her fingers and made it nearly impossible to dig more than a few inches at a time. Sweat poured down her face and stung her eyes, but she forced herself to keep going. She knew that if she didn't finish in time, Raju would make her suffer even more.
As she worked, Raju circled around her, occasionally offering his own comments on her progress. "Not bad, dirty pig," he might say when she made a particularly good effort. Or, "Come on, lazy cow, you can do better than that." The slang words stung, but they also served as a form of motivation. She didn't want to disappoint him any further.
The mud continued to resist her efforts, refusing to give up its grip on the earth. Her hands and arms ached from the strain, and her back threatened to give out at any moment. But she refused to give up. She could hear the jungle around her, feel its presence, and she knew that she had to survive this ordeal.
As the hours wore on, Raju began to touch her more intimately. He would pinch her nipples, slap her ass, and even grab her crotch, eliciting gasps of surprise and pain from her. At first, she tried to resist his advances, but it quickly became clear that she had no choice. If she wanted to survive, she would have to play along. So, she gave in, allowing him to touch her as he pleased.
As Raju's touch became more daring, so too did her own responses. She found herself growing aroused despite the harsh conditions of their surroundings. Her body betrayed her, betraying her will to resist. She began to moan softly at his touch, unable to help herself. She knew that this was wrong, that it went against everything she believed in, but the pleasure was too much.
Her mind drifted back to the nights they had spent together in their shared bed, their bodies entwined in a dance of dominance and submission. She remembered the way he would pin her down, his strong hands exploring her body with a possessive tenderness. She remembered the feeling of being completely at his mercy, of giving herself over to him completely.
As Raju continued to touch her, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt like to truly love someone. Was this the connection she had been searching for all these years? Was this what it meant to be truly free?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping nearby. They both froze, listening intently for any further signs of intrusion. After a tense moment, Raju let out a shaky breath and resumed his teasing. But the fear remained, a constant reminder of the fragility of their situation.
As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to dip below the treetops, casting long shadows across the clearing. Anju could feel the cool air of evening creeping in, a welcome relief from the oppressive heat of the day. She and Raju worked in silence now, each lost in their own thoughts as they struggled to complete the impossible task.
Finally, with a groan of defeat, Anju collapsed onto her knees, her hands sinking into the mud with a final, resigned thud. She looked up at her son, her body aching from the effort. "I can't do it," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I've tried everything I can think of, but it's no use."
Raju nodded, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment. He knelt down beside her, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I knew you'd never be able to do it," he said, a hint of mockery in his voice. "But at least you tried." He reached over and cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Now, it's time for you to pay the price."
His words sent a shiver down Anju's spine. She hated she couldn't complete the task. she was not feeling bad for the all humiliation she endured, instead she was feeling bad that she couldn't complete the task.
Raju smiled coldly, enjoying the look of despair on her face. "Very well, then," he said, standing up and brushing the dirt off his hands. "As you were unable to complete the now you have to be a slave one full day of my choosing. You will obey my every command on that day, without question or protest. As it is getting dark and you also very much tired today we are stopping here"
He motioned for her to follow him back to their home. As they walked, Anju's mind raced with the implications of her failure. She knew that the next time Raju summoned her to serve as his slave, it would be even harder for her to bear. But she also knew that she also need it and she too enjoy it.
When they arrived at their home, Raju busied himself with preparing a simple meal while Anju collapsed onto their rough-hewn bed, exhaustion overtaking her. She closed her eyes, trying to forget the humiliation she had endured in the clearing and focus on the feeling of Raju's strong arms around her. Despite everything, she couldn't help but crave his touch.
As the days passed, their relationship remained strained. They continued to work together, but there was an unspoken tension between them. Anju couldn't help but wonder when Raju would summon her to be his slave again. She found herself fantasizing about it, her mind wandering back to the feeling of his hands on her body, the way he made her feel so helpless and so desired.
The anticipation built up inside her, a constant ache that she couldn't ignore. She knew that when Raju finally did call upon her to serve, it would be even harder for her to endure. But at the same time, she couldn't help but long for it, for the release and the freedom that came from giving herself over to him completely.
Days passed, and the tension between them grew. Anju found herself lost in thought, wondering what Raju was planning, what he had in store for her. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement, her body growing restless with anticipation.
Finally, one night Raju told his mom to be ready for next day. they both will go to their old house in village.
Anju had no idea why they were going there. She had tried asking Raju earlier but he had always brushed her off with a smile, saying that it was a surprise. As she lay awake in her small hut, she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding in her stomach. Something about this trip didn't sit right with her.
She rose with the first light of dawn, yawning and stretching. Raju was already up, busying himself with preparations for the journey. He glanced at her and nodded approvingly when he saw that she was awake. "Good," he said. "You're going to need to be on your best behavior today."
Anju frowned, confused. "Why? What's happening?"
Raju gave her a sly smile. "Oh, nothing too special. Just a little trip down memory lane. To our old house, remember?"
She did remember. Their old house was where they had spent the happiest times of their lives, before everything had changed. Before her father's death, before they had been forced to leave their home and come to the town. Anju's stomach flipped uncomfortably. "Why are we going there?" she asked again, her voice trembling slightly.
Raju's grin widened. "Because it's time for you to repay your debt, my dear."
Anju felt a chill run down her spine. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Raju smiled again, almost sadly. "You know exactly what I mean. You've been avoiding this for far too long. It's time for you to pay your debts, my mom."
Anju felt her heart pound in her chest. She knew exactly what he was talking about, and she couldn't believe that he was finally forcing her hand. "Raju..." she started to say, but he cut her off.
"No more excuses, my dear. It's time for you to pay your debts. You owe me this," he said, his voice low and insistent. He took her hand in his, his grip firm but not unkind. "I've been patient with you, Mom. I've given you time to adjust to our new life here. But I can't keep doing that. I need you to understand that what happened between us... it's not something we can just forget."
Anju felt her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to protest, to beg him to spare her, but the words stuck in her throat. Raju's words were like a knife to her heart, slicing through her defenses and leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She couldn't deny the truth of what he was saying. She had been enjoying it too.
As the sun began to rise over the horizon, Raju awoke with a devious grin on his face. He had spent the entire night planning the perfect day for his mother, Anju. It was a day that would be filled with humiliation, degradation, and submission. A day that would test the limits of their relationship and push Anju to her breaking point. The plan was meticulous, twisted, and very, very nasty.
Raju decided that the best place to begin their journey was their old house in the village. He knew that the villagers would be fascinated to see how Anju had changed over the years, and he was eager to share her with them. As Anju stirred from her sleep, Raju revealed his plan to her. At first, she was horrified, but as he continued to explain the details of the day, a strange and perverse excitement began to build within her.
Anju had no choice but to obey. She was unable to complete the task, and as per their agreement, she was his to command for the entire twenty-four hours. Raju knew just how to take advantage of this situation. He chose an old, torn-up saree for her to wear, a blouse that hung loosely off her shoulders, and a petticoat that barely covered her hips. The dress was old and tattered, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in every way possible. Anju couldn't protest; it was her punishment for losing.
They took the early morning bus ride to the village.
The journey was long and uncomfortable, but it gave Raju ample time to enjoy the reactions of the other passengers. As the bus wound its way through the bustling streets of the city, Anju sat demurely beside him, her face buried in her hands. The torn saree draped loosely over her body, revealing glimpses of her bare skin and the thin, translucent fabric beneath.
The air in the bus was thick with lust and desire, and it wasn't long before the first man began to touch her. His hand slipped beneath the hem of her sari, brushing against her inner thigh. Anju's breath hitched, her body tense with anticipation and fear. Raju watched impassively from his seat at the front of the bus, knowing that this was only the beginning. As the bus continued to fill with men, all of them eager to get a taste of his mother's body, Anju became increasingly aroused. Her breasts heaved beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, and a sheen of perspiration broke out across her forehead.
The men took turns touching her, feeling her up beneath her sari, and even forcing their hands down her petticoat. They groped at her breasts, squeezed her ass, and thrust their fingers inside her wet, willing sex. Anju moaned and writhed in her seat, her body betraying her need for them. Raju watched with a satisfied smirk, enjoying the sight of his mother being used and abused by these complete strangers.
As the bus approached the outskirts of the village, the men began to disembark, one by one. Some of them exchanged glances with Raju, their expressions a mixture of lust and guilt. Others shot him grateful looks, as if they were thanking him for allowing them this opportunity. But none of them said a word. They all knew that if they did, they would face the wrath of Raju and his mother.
The bus finally pulled away, leaving Raju and Anju alone at the deserted bus stop. Anju's breath came in ragged gasps, her body still trembling from the exertion of the past hour. Raju surveyed her with satisfaction. Her dress was even more torn up now, exposing her breasts, her flat stomach, and her hips. He reached out and roughly pulled her closer to him, his hand finding its way beneath her petticoat.
"You did well today, Mother," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Very well."
As the sun rose over the village, the air was already thick with anticipation. Raju already had hatched a plan to humiliate his mother Anju, on the village. where he had arranged for two of the local men, Bhalu and Kalu, to take advantage of her in any way they pleased, as long as they didn't go so far as to have sexual intercourse with her without his permission.
When they arrived at the village hut, Bhalu, a perverted old man in his sixties, and Kalu, a black-haired, muscular hunk in his thirties, were already waiting for them. Raju introduced his mother Anju to the two men, explaining the rules of their little game. Anju, despite her initial shock and horror at the situation, couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal course through her veins as she looked at the two men, so different from each other yet equally powerful and alluring.
Bhalu, with a lecherous grin, began inspecting her body, feeling her breasts and buttocks through her clothes. "Ah, she's got a nice figure for an older woman," he commented, eliciting a grunt of agreement from Kalu. Then, he grabbed a rag and dipped it in some muddy water, smeared it across her face, obscuring her features. "Now, let's see if you can be a useful slave or not," he growled.
As Anju's vision began to clear, she saw Kalu standing before her, his muscular chest heaving slightly. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her towards a nearby pile of firewood. "You'll be working as our servant today," he informed her, his voice rough and commanding. "Your first task is to gather this wood and split it into kindling. We've got a lot of work to do around here." Anju hesitated for a moment, glancing between the two men, unsure of what to do. The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for her response.
Meanwhile, Raju watched the scene unfold from a distance, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at seeing his mother being humiliated in this way. He knew that the farmers would take full advantage of her, but he also knew that Anju was enjoying it just as much as they were. There was something about the power exchange, the loss of control and the degradation that seemed to arouse her in a way nothing else ever had.
As Anju began to gather the firewood, Bhalu circled around her, his gaze fixed on her breasts. "Now, now," he chuckled, "no need to go too fast. We've got all day, haven't we?" He reached out and groped one of her breasts roughly, causing her to gasp. Kalu, who was busy chopping wood nearby, let out a low chuckle. "See?" he said to Bhalu, "I told you she'd be a useful slave."
Anju struggled to regain her composure as she continued to gather the wood. Bhalu followed her, occasionally grabbing her from behind or pushing his body against hers. He would whisper lewd comments in her ear, telling her how much she turned him on. Kalu, amused by the spectacle, would occasionally interrupt with a comment of his own, egging Bhalu on.
As they worked together to repair the hut, the men took turns humiliating Anju. Bhalu would slap her ass or pinch her nipples while she worked, while Kalu would pull her hair or spank her when she made a mistake. The pain and degradation only seemed to fuel her arousal, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs. She began to wonder if this was some sort of twisted pleasure she had been missing out on all these years.
When they finally finished repairing the hut, the men led her to a small stream nearby. "Now, slave," Bhalu said, grabbing a bar of soap, "you're going to clean our tools and then yourself." He forced her to her knees and shoved the soapy tools into her hands. Kalu stood behind her, his hardened member pressed against her back as he watched her clean. "Don't you dare forget any spots," he growled.
As Anju scrubbed the tools, she could feel Bhalu's breath on her neck. "You know, slave," he whispered, "I've been thinking. Maybe we should find a way to keep you around." He ran his hand down her back, cupping her buttocks roughly. "You've been such a good slave today. Maybe we could let you stay with us... as our personal plaything." Anju's heart raced at the thought. She knew that this was exactly what she wanted, but she also knew that it would mean giving up everything she had ever known.
Kalu chuckled darkly. "Oh, I don't know about that. You've still got a lot of punishing to do, girl. I think we should make you earn your keep before we decide." He grabbed a particularly dirty tool and thrust it roughly into her hands. "Come on, slave. Prove yourself."
Anju's fingers trembled as she scrubbed the tool, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The men's voices surrounded her, a cacophony of lewd commands and dirty jokes. She could feel their eyes on her body, assessing her every movement. As she worked, she became more and more aware of her own arousal, the heat between her legs growing unbearable. She wanted nothing more than to please them, to make them happy.
"Harder, slave," Bhalu growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't you want to make your masters proud?" She forced herself to scrub the tool with more vigor, feeling the roughness of the wood against her palms. "That's it," he murmured, his fingers digging into her hip. "You're learning fast."
Kalu watched her intently, his expression unreadable. "I think you're enjoying this, slave." He paused, considering her for a moment. "Maybe we'll let you stay." His words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She looked up at him, hopeful, but uncertain.
Anju nodded, still kneeling in the water. "Thank you, Master Kalu." She felt a surge of relief wash over her, followed by a rush of excitement at the prospect of being able to stay with them.
Raju, her son, stepped forward, his expression serious. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but you all have work to do in the cultivation land. You two need to teach Anju how to cultivate." He gestured toward the fields beyond the trees. "The crops aren't doing well, and she needs to learn how to take care of them."
Anju's heart sank. She had been hoping for a moment of reprieve, but it seemed that fate had other plans for her. She glanced at her son, then back at Bhalu and Kalu. "Yes, Raju is right. I'll go with you." She forced herself to stand tall, determined to face whatever they had in store for her.
Bhalu grinned wolfishly. "Good girl. Come on, we'll teach you how to be a proper slave." He led the way to the fields, his muscular arms flexing with each step. Kalu followed close behind, his hand brushing against her hip in a possessive gesture. The other men trailed after them, their laughter filling the air.
As they arrived at the cultivation land, Anju took in the sight of the struggling crops. She had never worked in the fields before, but she knew that she had to do whatever it took to make them grow strong again. "So, slave," Bhalu began, his voice thick with amusement, "tell us, what do you know about cultivating?"
Anju swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. "Well, I've seen my father and his friends do it back home. They used to dig up the soil and plant seeds..." She trailed off, unsure how much of this knowledge would be useful here.
Bhalu laughed darkly. "Oh, that's good to hear. We'll just have to teach you our way, then." He grabbed a hoe from the ground and thrust it into her hands. "Come on, slave. Show us what you've got."
Anju took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she looked around at the other men. They all seemed to be enjoying the spectacle of her being put to work, their leering expressions and crude comments making it clear that they intended to humiliate her at every turn.
"Well, I guess I'll start by..." She trailed off, unsure how to begin. Bhalu chuckled darkly and stepped forward, positioning himself behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands pressing into her skin. "Let me show you how it's done," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ear. Anju felt a shiver of fear and arousal course through her body as he guided her hands with the hoe.
"You see, slave," he continued, "you dig up the soil like this..." His hands moved expertly, guiding hers as he worked the hoe into the ground. "And then you plant the seeds, nice and deep..." He lowered her hands, pressing them into the soil, before pushing them up again. "And then you cover them up with more soil, like this..." His rough hands stroked over her fingers, guiding them to bury the seeds.
Anju swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal as Bhalu used her body to dig and plant the seeds. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was difficult to ignore the way he moved against her, the heat of his body, and the hungry looks in the eyes of the other men.
As they worked their way through the field, Kalu took his turn showing her how to tend the plants. He would stand close behind her, his hands pressing against her back, guiding her movements. At times, his touch would linger, brushing against her skin in a way that made her heart race. She could feel the rough calluses on his palms, contrasting sharply with the smoothness of her own.
The men around them continued to watch and laugh, their lewd comments and catcalls adding to the humiliation she felt. But as she worked, Anju couldn't deny the strange thrill she got from being so intimately connected to these men. It was a powerlessness that was both frightening and arousing.
"That's it, slave," Bhalu growled in her ear. "You're doing a good job. Just keep following my lead." His hands moved expertly on hers, guiding her movements with just the right amount of pressure. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, his hardness pressing against her hip. It was a constant reminder of who was in control here.
As they continued to work their way through the field, Kalu stepped in front of her. His hands came to rest on her hips, holding her firmly in place. His breath fanned her cheek as he leaned in close. "You know, slave," he whispered, his voice low and rough, "I think you're enjoying this just a little too much." Anju felt her cheeks flush at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. There was something about being so intimately connected to these men, feeling their strength and their desire, that stirred something deep inside her.
"Now," Kalu continued, his voice hardening, "let's see if you can dig a drain properly." He moved his hands from her hips, taking hers and positioning them at the edge of the furrow. "You dig down like this," he said, guiding her movements, "and then you make a little tunnel, like this." His fingers moved expertly, showing her the rhythm and the pressure she should use. "And then," he finished, his breath hot against her ear, "you cover up the dirt, so the water doesn't fill it back up."
Anju tried her best to follow his instructions, feeling her heart race as she struggled to keep up with his expertise. Two of them around her, laughing and jeering, their lewd comments adding to the humiliation she felt. But there was something else there too. Something hot and hungry in the air that made her blood race and her skin tingle.
As she dug, the muscles in her back and arms burning from the effort, she could feel the weight of their gazes on her. Bhalu's hands moved over hers, guiding her movements, his rough skin scraping against her own. She could feel the heat of his body as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her neck. "That's it, slave," he growled. "You're doing well." His words were laced with cruelty, but there was a hint of approval there too.
Kalu, standing behind her, pressed his body against her back, his hands resting lightly on her hips. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was straining to control himself. "Keep digging," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And don't you dare stop until you've done it right." The words sent a shiver down her spine, but they also made her heart race.
As she continued to dig, the men around her grew more aggressive. Their hands moved more roughly over hers, their breath hot against her neck and ears. She could feel their arousal, their need for her to succeed. And yet, the more they pushed her, the more she found herself unable to keep up.
Finally, with a sob of frustration, she looked up at Bhalu and Kalu. "I can't do it," she whispered. "I can't dig fast enough." Her arms ached from the effort, her back screaming in protest.
Bhalu's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh, you think you can't?" He bent down, his breath hot against her ear. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" His hands moved roughly over her shoulders, squeezing the muscles there. "Maybe you need a little incentive to work harder."
Kalu stepped forward, his expression dark. "I think we found the perfect one." He moved around her, coming to stand behind her. His hands found her hips, gripping them tightly. "You dig, slave," he growled into her ear, "and you dig fast. Or shall we teach you what it feels like to be truly punished?" His breath fanned her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
As anju failed to complete the task Kalu asked Raju's permission to punish her.
Raju nodded, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He was enjoying this spectacle far too much to deny them. Anju's body trembled with fear as Kalu and Bhalu moved closer, their eyes burning into hers.
Without further ado, Kalu grabbed a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back and exposing her neck. He leaned in close, his hot breath caressing her ear as he whispered, "You'll learn to dig faster, slave." Then, with a force that made her cry out in pain, he spanked her bare bottom. The stinging slap echoed through the field, leaving a red mark in its wake.
Anju bit back a scream, determined not to give them the satisfaction. But as the spanks continued, coming hard and fast, she could feel tears burning behind her eyes. She dug frantically, her movements more desperate now, as she tried to escape the punishment.
Bhalu moved closer, watching her with hungry eyes. He unbuttoned the next button of her blouse, revealing more of her creamy skin to the cool day air. Anju felt the fabric loosen from her chest, the material tickling her nipples. She could feel the heat of their gazes on her body, making her even more aware of her exposed flesh.
Kalu said for every minute pass you will get strip one by one your cloth will get tear up.
Anju's heart raced at the thought. She didn't want to lose any more clothing, but she couldn't seem to dig fast enough to meet their demands. With each passing minute, another button was unbuttoned, another piece of cloth was torn away. It was as if they were slowly stripping her of her dignity, exposing her vulnerability for all to see.
As Anju finished the job she was left with only torn up blouse and petticoat with big holes exposing her butt and boobs. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Bhalu and Kalu stood before her, their eyes gleaming with triumph.
Raju also come near them and enjoying the view as they all look at Anju body all expose and dirty with mud.
"Well done, slave," Bhalu said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You've proven yourself quite useful." He reached out and ran his fingers through the mud caked on her hair, smearing it across her cheek. Anju felt a shiver of revulsion course through her, but she dared not speak up.
Kalu stepped even closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You're such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice laced with lust. He slid his hands down her sides, tracing the curves of her waist before cupping her buttocks roughly.
They then took Anju to near by pond where they told her to get clean and Raju told his mom Anju as punishment she also have to clean Kalu and bhalu.
As Anju cleaned them, she couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of shame and arousal. Kalu and Bhalu towered over her, their muscular bodies gleaming with water, their erections pressing against her. They guided her hands, showing her how to wash them, their rough touch sending shivers down her spine.
Raju watched from a distance, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He couldn't believe his luck. Not only had he managed to humiliate his mom.
Anju washed their private parts with expert care, her movements fluid and confident. She took her time, relishing the feel of their hardness in her hands, the musky scent that surrounded them. As she licked their armpits, she felt a surge of power course through her. It was intoxicating.
"Ahh, that feels good," Bhalu murmured, closing his eyes for a moment as she laved his underarm. "You're a natural at this, slave."
Anju glanced up at him, feeling a thrill of power course through her. "Thank you, master," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper. She moved her hands to his thighs, her touch firm and confident as she ran her fingers over his smooth skin.
Kalu leaned back against the cool water, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation of her touch. "That's it, slave," he groaned. "You're doing a wonderful job." His voice was husky, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Anju moved her hands lower, cupping his heavy balls in her palms. She massaged them gently, rolling them between her fingers. "Do you want me to wash your balls, master?" she asked, her voice still soft and sultry.
Kalu's breath hitched, his eyes snapping open. "Yes," he gasped. "Yes, slave. Wash them." He reached down, taking her hair in his hand and guiding her closer. His erection was pressed tight against her hip, and she could feel the heat radiating from him.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his thigh, and took his balls into her hands. She cupped them gently, feeling their weight in her palms. With her other hand, she reached up, flicking her tongue out and running it over the skin just below his navel. Kalu moaned, arching his back as she touched him.
"That's it, slave," he panted. "You're doing such a good job." He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her touch. Anju moved her hands up and down, feeling the warmth and weight of his testicles in her grasp. She massaged them softly, her fingers dancing over his sensitive skin.
Raju watched from the corner of the hut, his heart racing with excitement. The sight of his mother being degraded in such a way was almost too much to bear. He could feel the blood rushing to his own groin, the desire coursing through his veins. He wished it was him instead of Anju, being touched by Bhalu and Kalu in such an intimate way.
As Anju continued to massage their bodies, she couldn't help but revel in the power she was feeling. The rough hands guiding her, the rough skin beneath her fingertips. It was a heady mixture of shame and arousal, and she found herself losing herself in the sensation.
"Ahh, that's perfect," Bhalu groaned, his eyes closed. "You have such strong hands, slave." He arched his back, giving her better access to his lower back. Anju leaned in, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat emanating from his skin.
Kalu let out a long sigh, his grip on her hair tightening. "You know," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "I could get used to this." He shifted slightly, guiding her hand to his lower back. "Right here," he purred, "rub a little harder."
Anju obeyed, digging her fingers into his flesh. The muscles in his back were taut and defined, and she reveled in the power she felt as she massaged him. "Yes, master?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Raju then called them and they all moved to the hut.
As they settled inside, Anju knelt between them, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as she gazed up at the three men towering over her. Bhalu sat to her left, his strong arms folded across his broad chest, and Kalu to her right, his dark eyes glinting with lust. Raju remained standing in the center of the hut, his expression a mix of excitement and possessiveness.
Raju with smirk face looking at her slutty mother Anju said " you know my slave is also a good masseurs"
Kalu chuckled, "Indeed, she is." He gestured for her to begin with his shoulders. "Go ahead, slave. Show us what you've got."
Anju leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Kalu's muscular chest as she massaged his shoulders. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was trying to control himself. It only made her work harder, digging her fingers deeper into his skin.
Raju watched as his mother's tongue flicked out, licking the sweat from Kalu's armpit. The sight of her degrading herself in such a way sent a wave of heat through his groin. He couldn't help but imagine it was him there instead, his mother's tongue lapping at his own armpit. He clenched his fists, trying to keep his composure.
Bhalu let out a satisfied groan as Anju's tongue danced across his chest. "Oh, that's perfect," he muttered. "You're such a good little slave." He reached down, cupping her face in his hand and guiding her closer to his sweaty skin. Anju obeyed, pressing her lips and tongue against his chest, tasting the saltiness of his sweat.
Kalu closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Anju's hands and tongue on his body. He could feel the heat building within him, the desire coursing through his veins. He wanted nothing more than to push her down onto the ground and take her there and then, but he knew that wasn't part of their game.
Instead, he let out a long, satisfied groan as she licked at the sweat beneath his arm. "That's it, slave," he purred. "Lick me clean." He arched his back, giving her better access to his armpit, reveling in the power he felt as he watched her kneel before him.
Anju glanced up at Raju, her eyes meeting his. There was a spark in his gaze that she hadn't seen before, a mixture of lust and possession that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the tension between them, the electricity in the air. Bhalu was growing bolder as well, his hands roaming over her body, tracing patterns on her skin that left her breathless.
"That's it, slave," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you enjoy this." He pushed her head down harder against his sweaty chest, urging her to lick and suck harder. Anju obeyed, her tongue darting out to lap at the saltiness of his armpit. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of being used in this way, of pleasing these powerful men.
As she continued to service Bhalu, she could feel Raju's hands on her hips, guiding her movements. His touch sent shivers of excitement down her spine. She glanced up at him, their eyes meeting in the dim light of the hut. His expression was one of barely contained lust, his eyes dark with desire.
Kalu, meanwhile, was enjoying the show from his position on the ground. He reached down, cupping her breast in his hand and squeezing gently. Anju arched her back, pressing herself against his touch. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" he purred, his voice thick with arousal. "You like being used like this, don't you?"
Anju could feel the heat building inside her as Bhalu's hands moved lower, tracing circles around her sex. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape. The sensation was overwhelming, and she was close to losing control.
Raju watched with interest as his mother was used in such a way. He could feel the tension in his own body building, his arousal growing with every passing moment. He glanced over at Kalu, their eyes meeting in the dim light of the hut. There was an understanding there, a shared desire for what was happening.
As Anju continued to pleasure Bhalu, her own body growing wet with desire, Raju couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in Bhalu's place. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He imagined himself being worshiped in the same way, feeling the warmth of Anju's mouth and the softness of her skin against his skin.
Kalu, meanwhile, seemed to be enjoying the show from his position on the ground. He reached up, tracing a finger along the line of Anju's jaw, before pulling her head back gently. "Look at me," he commanded. She obeyed, meeting his eyes. There was a mixture of lust and possession in his gaze that made her heart race.
"You know you belong to us, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. "You're nothing but our slave, here to serve and please us however we see fit." Anju nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. The realization that she truly was their property, that she belonged to them completely, sent a shiver down her spine.
As Bhalu continued to use her body for his pleasure, Raju watched from the corner of the hut. His arousal was almost unbearable, his cock straining against his loincloth. He could feel his own control slipping, the need to join in becoming overwhelming. But he held back, enjoying the power he felt in simply watching his mother be used like this.
Three of them then talk something between them and said they made Anju sit in the center of the room.
"Now slave, we have decided that you need to be punished for your disobedience. You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?" Bhalu sneered, his face just inches from hers.
Anju nodded meekly, her eyes downcast. She felt a mixture of shame and arousal at being scolded in such a way. "Yes, master," she whispered.
Kalu reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "You will show us your gratitude, won't you?" he growled. Anju nodded again, tears of joy welling up in her eyes.
Bhalu stood up, towering over her. He roughly pulled her to her feet and pushed her down onto her hands and knees. "From now on, you will address us as master," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "Do you understand?" Anju whimpered, "Yes, Master Bhalu."
Kalu nodded in approval and walked around behind her. He reached out, feeling the wetness between her legs. "You're still very aroused, aren't you?" he purred, his fingers rubbing her sensitive folds. Anju moaned, arching her back in response. "Good girl."
Raju couldn't believe the sight before him. His mother, once a proud and respected woman, was now reduced to this: a quivering mass of desire, ready to obey their every whim. He felt a surge of power course through him, and he knew that he had to join in.
Now we will start a game with you. As all three Raju, Kalu and Bhalu looking at Anju. They had planned a bdsm messy session for Anju.
"Anju," Raju started, his voice soft and commanding. "You are such a dirty little slut. We're going to make you a perfect slave. But first," he said, raising his hand, "we have a few rules."
Anju nodded, her heart racing. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.
Raju continued, "First rule: you must obey us without question. Second rule: you must take everything we give you, no matter how messy it gets. And third rule: you must thank us for each and every command we give you." He glanced over at Bhalu and Kalu, who both nodded in agreement.
Anju swallowed hard, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear. "Yes, masters," she whispered, feeling the weight of their rules pressing down upon her.
Raju leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear. "Good girl," he purred. "Now, we're going to start with some food. You like food, don't you, slave?" Anju nodded eagerly, her stomach rumbling. He smiled cruelly and placed a hand on her head, guiding it upwards. "Open wide, you fat pig"
As Anju opened her mouth, Bhalu stepped forward, a dripping spoon in his hand. He forced her jaw open wider, until it was stretched to its limit, and then began to spoon-feed her, shoving mouthful after mouthful of messy food into her gaping mouth. The food was warm and salty, and she could feel it trickling down her chin and onto her breasts.
Kalu knelt beside her, wiping her face with a rag, but only to smear the food around more. "What a disgusting pig you are," he growled, spitting into her open mouth. Anju choked on the mixture of food and saliva, coughing and gagging as she tried to swallow it all.allow it all. Bhalu continued to force feed her, his grip on her jaw tightening as he shoved another fistful of food into her mouth. Raju leaned in closer, watching her struggle with a mixture of amusement and arousal.
As she finally managed to swallow the last bit, he clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the room. "Good girl," he purred, reaching out to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. "You're such a dirty little pig. Now it's time for some more fun." He nodded to Bhalu, who began to pour a thick, sticky liquid over her body, letting it drip down her chest and belly. It. was warm and smelled sweet, but also strangely familiar.
"What is it?" Anju whimpered, her body trembling beneath their touch.
Raju chuckled darkly. "Why, it's just a little bit of honey, my dear. Isn't that what you like?" He watched as the realization dawned on her face, and she struggled to pull away from them. But they held her firmly in place, their grip unyielding.
Kalu took the dripping bottle from Bhalu and began to pour the honey over her breasts, letting it pool in the valley between them. "You're such a filthy little whore," he growled, his hot breath tickling her neck. "You like it when men spit on you, don't you?" He leaned forward and spat into her cleavage, the saliva mixing with the honey.
little by little whatever dress she was covered with are also got strip away.
Anju gasped as the cold air hit her bare skin, goosebumps rising on her arms and legs. The three men towered over her, their expressions a mixture of lust and cruelty. Bhalu reached out and roughly yanked her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "You like this, don't you, slave?" he growled. "You like being treated like an animal."
Her heart raced as she struggled against her bonds, but it was no use. They were too strong. Raju stepped forward, his hand raised high in the air. She winced, bracing herself for the impact as he brought it down hard across her bare ass. The slap echoed through the room, leaving a stinging pain that quickly spread across her flesh.
She let out a muffled cry, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. But instead of showing remorse, Raju merely grinned, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. "That's it, slave," he hissed. "Show us how much you enjoy being treated like an animal."
Kalu stepped forward, his hand raised high above her. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, she felt something warm and wet splatter against her back. Startled, she opened her eyes to see that Kalu had spat on her. The saliva dripped down her spine, tickling her skin.
"What's the matter, slave?" Raju taunted. "Afraid of a little spit?" He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "I think you like it." He spat again, this time landing on her shoulder. Anju felt a strange mixture of revulsion and arousal as she realized that she did, in fact, enjoy the humiliation.
Bhalu stepped forward, his hand moving to roughly squeeze one of her breasts. "You're such a disgusting little slut," he growled, spitting onto her other breast. The hot liquid mixed with the honey, making it thicker and stickier. "You belong to us now. We can do whatever we want with you."
As if to emphasize his point, Raju knelt down beside her and roughly yanked her legs apart, revealing her wet, throbbing sex. He grinned, taking in her exposed vulnerability, before leaning forward and running his tongue along her slit. Anju arched her back, unable to contain the moan that escaped her lips.
Kalu chuckled darkly, stepping forward to join him. He pressed his body against hers, feeling the heat emanating from her skin. His hand found its way between them, roughly massaging her clit as he ground his hips against her. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure, her juices dripping down his hand.
"That's it, slave," Bhalu growled, moving to kneel beside her head. He grasped a fistful of her hair, using it to force her face into the mess of honey and spit on her chest. She struggled to breathe, but found it impossible to pull away. "You're such a filthy little whore," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "You belong to us, and we're going to make sure you know it."
His words sent a shiver of anticipation through her body, making her wetter than ever. Raju shifted, his hand moving between her legs, rubbing her clit roughly. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and threatening. "You like feeling owned."
Kalu moved closer, pressing his body against hers, his hardness grinding against her wetness. "Tell us, slave," he breathed, his hot breath tickling her ear. "Tell us how much you want it." Anju struggled against her bonds, arching her back, wanting to feel them inside her.
Raju's hand moved faster, circling her clit with expert precision. "Tell us you're ours," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Tell us you belong to us, and we can do whatever we want with you." The sting of his palm on her ass seemed to intensify the sensations coursing through her body.
Kalu found a rope.
As he wrapped it around Anju's wrists, she closed her eyes, anticipating the pain that was sure to come. But instead, he tied her securely in place, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable. She felt a shiver of excitement course through her as she realized that this was only the beginning.
She was tied at the center of room all nude covering her body with messy food.
Her body tingled with anticipation as she felt the men approach her once again. Raju and Bhalu stood on either side of her, their hands hovering in the air, waiting for the signal to strike. Kalu knelt in front of her, his expression a mix of lust and dominance.
"are you a fat cow or pig?," Raju asked his mom, his hand snapping down to slap her exposed ass.
The sting of the slap was sharp and unexpected, but Anju found herself enjoying the pain and humiliation. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat in her cheeks as tears welled up. Bhalu laughed cruelly, slapping her again and again, each strike harder than the last.
"I asked you a question slave answer it" Raju asked again.
Anju panted, her eyes still closed. "I...I am your pig, master," she whispered, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a rush of shame and arousal. The slap of their hands against her flesh seemed to echo through the room, each strike a reminder of her new place in the world. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into the mess of honey and spit beneath her, feeling the warmth of their bodies against hers.
Raju laughed darkly, his hand moving to slap her other ass cheek. "That's better," he growled. "Now you're learning." Bhalu joined in, his slaps harder and faster than before. Anju cried out, her body twisting and bucking beneath them, her hips moving involuntarily against their hands.
Kalu leaned forward, his hot breath fanning across her ear. "You're such a filthy little pig," he whispered, his voice rough with lust. "You belong to us, and we're going to make sure you know it." He reached down, his hand grasping her aching clit, rolling it roughly between his fingers. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Anju arched her back, moaning as Kalu's touch ignited a fire inside her. Raju and Bhalu seemed to sense her arousal, and their hands became rougher, their slaps more insistent. She felt herself growing wetter, her hips grinding against the mess beneath her.
They started spit and slap game with Anju. They would ask dirty question and spit on her face or slap her depending on the answer.
Raju and Bhalu laughed cruelly as they took turns spitting on her face and slapping her. "Tell us how much you enjoy this, slut," Raju growled, his spit landing on her cheek with a wet splat. Anju struggled against her bonds, tears streaming down her face as she fought to maintain some semblance of dignity.
But Kalu's hand on her breast stilled her movements. He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear. "Tell us the truth, Anju," he whispered. "Do you want this? Do you want to belong to us?" His thumb rubbed roughly over her nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.
Anju's body betrayed her, arching involuntarily into his touch. "Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I want this. I want to be your pig."
Raju's smile was cruel and satisfied. "Good girl," he murmured, leaning in to spit again on her face. This time, Bhalu joined in, their saliva mixing on her skin as it trickled down her cheek. The sensation was repulsive, yet it sent a shiver of arousal through her. She could feel herself growing wetter, her need for them escalating with each passing moment.
Kalu continued to tease her breasts, his fingers expertly rolling and pinching until she was moaning and arching into his touch. "That's it, piggy," he growled, his hand moving lower to stroke her sensitive inner thigh. "Show us how much you want it."
Anju could feel the heat building within her, a desperate ache that seemed to consume every part of her being. As Raju and Bhalu continued their relentless torment, their hands and mouths moving over her body with an animalistic fervor, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Kalu's fingers finally found their target, teasing and prodding at her swollen, aching entrance. He pressed against her, his fingers slick with her own arousal, and she arched her back, moaning in despair as the sensation overwhelmed her.
Raju grinned, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "That's it, piggy. Take it." Bhalu's rough hands moved down, gripping her hips, guiding her body as Kalu thrust his fingers inside her. Anju cried out, her body writhing beneath their touch, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with their rhythm.
Kalu's fingers found her G-spot, expertly massaging it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She felt herself growing closer, the edge of ecstasy so close she could feel it teasing her senses. But just as she thought she might be able to bear it no longer, they stopped.
Raju leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Not yet." His hand moved down, roughly gripping her hair and forcing her head back. She felt his erection pressed against her ass, wet with his own arousal. Bhalu moved around behind her, positioning himself between her legs. With a rough thrust, he entered her, burying his cock deep inside her aching body.
Anju let out a sharp cry, her muscles tensing in shock and pain. The intrusion was brutal, but the feel of him inside her sent a shiver of pleasure through her. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against something deep and primal within her, and with a desperate moan, she arched her back, urging him on.
Kalu's fingers continued their relentless assault on her G-spot, driving her higher and higher. Her body was aflame with desire, every nerve ending tingling with need. She could feel the build-up, the impending climax that threatened to consume her entire being.
But just as she thought she could no longer bear the anticipation, they changed their rhythm. Bhalu began to thrust deeper and harder, his rough hands gripping her hips as he used her body for his own pleasure. Anju cried out, her body tensing and relaxing in time with their movements.
Raju's fingers dug into her shoulders, holding her immobile as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper inside her. She could feel him growing harder, stretching her more with each thrust. His breath came hot and ragged against her ear, his words slurring together as he whispered filthy things in her ear.
Bhalu's grip on her hips tightened, his movements becoming more frenzied as he drove into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that seemed to echo through the room. His thrusts grew deeper and harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
Anju could feel the tension building within her, a coil of desire that seemed to tighten with each passing second. She arched her back, moaning and crying out as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her senses. Raju's grip on her shoulder tightened, his hips thrusting forward with a violence that made her gasp for breath.
Bhalu's thrusts grew deeper and harder, his body slamming into hers in a rhythm that seemed to echo through the room. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her body as he took her harder and faster. Anju felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the sensation building inside her like a storm about to break.
Kalu's fingers continued their merciless assault on her G-spot, circling and pressing against it with just the right amount of pressure. Raju's hips slammed into her, his cock stretching her more with each thrust. She could feel him growing closer as well, their movements becoming more urgent and desperate.
Bhalu's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he felt himself nearing release. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, pushing Anju's body to the limit. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls as she was taken, claimed by these men.
Raju's grip on her shoulder tightened, his hips bucking wildly as he found his release. He groaned, the sound filling the room as he emptied himself deep inside her. His weight pressed down on her, pinning her to the bed, but she didn't mind. She was spent, exhausted from the exertion and the pleasure, but there was something more beneath the surface.
As Bhalu continued to thrust into her, his breath ragged and labored, Anju could feel the last tendrils of energy leaving her body. She had never known such a level of physical and emotional exhaustion, but at the same time, there was a sense of contentment, of peace, that she had never experienced before.
Her body felt as if it had been put through a meat grinder and then reassembled, every muscle aching and sore from the relentless pounding it had endured. Yet, despite the pain, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction, of pride even, in the knowledge that she had given them everything she had and then some.
She lay there, panting, her body limp and sated, as the men collapsed around her. Bhalu's weight settled on top of her, his breathing ragged as he tried to catch his breath. His cock twitched inside her, but it was done. Raju lay beside her, his body spent, his breathing labored. Even Kalu, who had brought her so much pleasure with his fingers, seemed drained.
The room was silent save for their ragged breathing and the occasional moan. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and Anju felt a contented warmth spread through her body. She had never experienced anything like this before, but somehow, she knew she would miss it.
As her senses began to return, she became aware of the weight of Bhalu's body on top of her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. She could feel the warmth of his skin against hers, and the softness of his hair tickling her shoulder. It was a strange sensation, this mix of exhaustion and intimacy, but it was also oddly comforting.
Raju stirred beside her, his breathing becoming steadier. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. His eyes were soft and gentle, a far cry from the possessive, lustful gaze she had seen earlier. "Are you all right, Anju?" he asked quietly.
Anju nodded, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the sound of her name on his lips. "I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice still hoarse from their exertions. "I just... I don't want to forget this."
Raju smiled, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "You won't," he assured her. "It's something special, between the two of us."
Anju looked into his eyes and felt a warmth spread through her. Despite everything that had happened, she couldn't help but feel a deep connection to this man. It was as if they had shared something profound, something that went beyond the physical.
The room began to grow brighter, the morning light spilling in through the window, chasing away the shadows of the night. Raju leaned down, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the embrace.
Bhalu and Kalu stirred beside them, Their eyelids fluttering open as the light grew stronger. They smiled lazily at the sight of them, still tangled together on the bed. "We'll leave you two to catch your breath," They murmured, rolling out of bed and disappearing from view.
Anju felt a pang of loss as they left, but Raju's arms around her were comforting. She snuggled closer, enjoying the warmth of his body and the feeling of safety that came from being in his embrace. They lay there for a while, just breathing and taking in the peace of the morning.
The scent of jasmine wafted in through the window, carried on a soft breeze. It was a familiar scent, one that always made her feel at home. Anju traced a finger along the pattern on the bedspread, lost in thought. She couldn't help but wonder how things would be between her and Raju now. They had shared something intimate, something profound, but would it last?
Raju stirred beside her, his dark eyes opening to the morning light. He stretched lazily, the muscles in his back rippling beneath his skin. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "How are you feeling?"
Anju nestled deeper into the pillow, enjoying the warmth of the bed and the comfort of Raju's presence. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "A little sore, but good." She glanced over at him, taking in his strong features and the way the sunlight caught in his black hair. It was a beautiful sight, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for what they had shared.
Raju smiled back at her, his dark eyes softening. He reached over, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "I'm glad you're all right," he said, his voice gentle. "I hope I didn't hurt you."
Anju shook her head, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "It's fine," she said, trying to sound confident. "I mean, it was... intense, but it's okay." She shifted uncomfortably, wishing she could find the words to express how she really felt.
Raju traced a circle on her arm, his fingers warm and comforting. "It's not something we need to talk about if you don't want to," he said softly. "its a mother and son secret"
Anju looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of discomfort or regret, but found only understanding and tenderness. "It's just..." she began, hesitating. "It's different now. Between us."
Raju nodded, his fingers never ceasing their gentle circling on her arm. "I know," he said softly. "But we don't have to change who we are because of it. We can still be mother and son, and..." He trailed off, seeming to search for the right words.
Anju took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever was about to come next. She couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and nervousness mixing with the comfort she derived from being close to him. "And what?" she prompted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Raju leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "And we can explore that," he said softly. "We can see where it leads us, as long as we're both willing to be honest with each other." His fingers trailed up her arm, coming to rest on her shoulder. "I want you to know that I'm here for you, Anju. No matter what happens."
Anju swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on her chest. She knew that things would never be the same between them, but she also knew that she trusted Raju with her life. His touch was gentle, his voice reassuring. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she considered the possibilities that lay before them.
As they rose from the bed, she couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin, the way his dark hair fell over his forehead. Raju was an attractive man, but it was more than that. There was something about him that drew her in, made her feel safe and loved.
They dressed in silence, both lost in their own thoughts about the night before and the uncertain future that lay ahead. Anju knew that things would never be the same between them, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt toward him. She wondered how he was feeling, how he was processing what had happened.
When they were finally ready, they left the village behind them, returning to their normal life in the city. The world around them seemed to fade into the background as they made their way through the busy streets, their minds consumed with the memories of their night together. Anju couldn't help but steal glances at Raju, noticing the way he walked, the way he held himself. He was still her son, but now there was something more.
