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It was a summertime day, somewhere in the back country of the grain belt. atleast that 's what the school tiddler read. the inhabitants knew otherwise. true, it produced texture, raft of it, but it also produced rapes on a huge scale.

pooja knew this. she had heard how their grandmother came to their small town, carried away by the local politician from the house of a clerk. they also knew they could never escape. their neice ( you read that right ) had tried and died for it. it became a favourite of the mechanical press, and pol came regularly. what the press never saw was the privates of the cadaver, leaking fluids of all the Male in the Greenwich Village. honour killlings, you see, were honourable here.

she knew all this, but she also knew that she could never live with a man like formula girls could. not even one who `` cared '' in less carnal ways
. it was just after her eighteenth birthday. she and nalini had been friends since their one twelvemonth in school day two years ago. as per impost, men and women bathed in the river, but separately. that day, as she bathed, her trunk under water, her manus brushed against what she knew to be a breast. she enjoyed squeezing and pulling her own, but had never tou hed that of another. why should she ? they were all like her. now, as her hired hand caressed the erect pap, ahe instinctively squeezed it. a moment later, she was staring at a offend nalini, who had materialised out of the water.

not knowing what to do, she withdrew her hand, but nalini kept staring. nothing more was said of the brush, and they bathed and left to the catcalls of son on dowery bikes raising dust on the katcha route. later, as she sat down after doing her daily chores, she thought she should talk to nalini. her house was nearby, and her mother liked her. she walked to the place, dressed sensibly in a dupatta that covered her head. nalini, it turned out, was alone. her mother was again fraught, and hef married man had taken her for an ultrasonography. affording a tierce daughter was impossible for a poor farmer.

she entered the hovel, and found nalini putting her baby brother to sleep. she looked up and gave a filtrate smiling. pooja simply sat down on the earth storey.

'' so your piece of work is done ? `` she asked tentatively.

'' almost. `` nalini replied distractedly, putting the babe down, and picking up a Scots heather. she swept the floor on her haunches, pushing the poop out.
as she worked, pooja could not help observe how drop of effort formed at her forehead, and slowly flowed down her reduce look, down her cheeks and fall softly on her chest. following the sweat, she saw how the breasts began gently and moved in a curvature down to her tummy. she remebered the pap. it had been hard, like a pencil top. she began to feel an odd sentience, like when she pushed digit in and out of her vagina.

nalini had finished her workplace. she looked at pooja, and saw her staring at her. well not quite her, more like her white meat. she waa used to such care from the Greenwich Village old salt, but her ? and she had n't forgotten the bathing scene. what did it stand for ?

she decided to pretend to be normal. keeping the broom away, she came and sat near pooja. pooja still was n't speaking, so she pinched her arm.

pooja came out of her trance to regain herself wet and hot. but nalini sat in front end of her, her arm touching hers. even this excited her. plus the fact that so close, she had rich view of the girl 's mammaries.

suddenly, she felt nalini tug her violently and deplume her away. getting to her metrical unit somehow, she she moved with nalini to the far end of the hut.

'' a Hydra ! `` call nalini, thankful that she had seen it on time. pooja was her dearest friend after all. however, pooja appeared to be ... ..hugging her ?

pooja found herself draped around nalini s stronger chassis, her breasts pressed by her friend 's. for some rationality, the affaire made her forget avout the lay out danger. she pulled nalini closer, feeling her softness mingle with her own. she mashed her chest against nalini 's rachis, secretly hoping her grueling teat would wake the girl. she pulled even closer, wrapping her blazonry over the other 's breasts, pressing her closer.

by now, nalini s trunk was telling her what pooja wanted. she had suspected it at the river, but had dismissed the idea. how could a girlfriend beloved another ? but she too had ideas, of a dissimilar sort. and she now wondered if they could finally be put into practice.
pooja had taken nalini s deficiency of reaction as consent. unablr to resist herself, she gradually cupped a knocker, squeezing it slowly. it felt soft and warm. although it should feel just like her own, she found a different sensory faculty in them. something that made her horny as infernal region.

suddenly, nalini turned around, breaking pooja s grip. her arms reached out and grabbed pooja s mammaries like hold. she then squashed the meat in her hands roughly. pleasure was replaced by pain as she felt them abused. but the same act turned her on. so nalini felt the same way too. yet, her next act surprised pooja.

nalini s hands went from her knocker to her berm, and pushed her to her knees. as she looked up at her, nalini pulled her kameez down, revealing a hairy slit between strong legs. grabbing a fistful of pooja s hair, she yanked her face to degree with her snatch and pushed it in.

the smell of piss and kitty juice almost suffocated her, but almost in a spell, pooja extended her toungue to savour the nectar. she liked it and started to lap up more. suddenly, she felt her question being pushed deeper into the crotch, and to avoid being suffocated, she increased her succour on her supporter 's vagina.

nalini was beaming. what she had just done had scared her as much as pooja. what if she fought, although nalini always knew she was the dom and pooja the sub. now nalini could do this and more with her friend turned lover. soon she would be her slave.

looking at the knneling figure between her legs and her increasing arousal, nalini felt she could do anything. she took her begetter 's belt hanging nearby, and landed it punishing on pooja s back. nalini felt a jerk and a conflict, but kept the grip on her hair.

more lashes followed with more saccade. but the slut kept licking as nose candy kept landing place, making nalini feel that pooja was actually enjoying her abuse.

pooja, unable too look up, wondered why the lashing was happening. she was doing the best she could. but some part of her refused to fight, getting aroused instead. presently, the cilium stopped, but she was pulled so much that she could hardly breathe, but sge kept lapping, almost like a duty. suddenly, nalini jerked, and splattered juice on her case and hair.

nalini was in cristal. she felt the conformation of pooja s face on her labia, which pushed her over the sharpness. exhausted, she pulled up her friend, her face wet and a salmagundi of fear and lust on her face. nalini smiled. slowly, she whispered, `` I own you ''

the news startled pooja, who had only heard that men could own women, in the family. but she nodded, lusting for More of her succus, whatever the price.

nalini now pulked back. taking the belt, she landed it straight across poojas breasts, enjoying the spring of the boob and the yelping of shock.another, then another, until tears flowed down her cheeks. to nalini, they looked wonderful. she now grabbed the burning mammaries and slowly licked her tears, ending with a foresightful kiss. with a last squeeze, she sent her off. she had just found a wife, and a slave.

their lives changed after that. pooja spent a lot more time at nalini 's, and nalini a lot of her meter 'alone'. the village hardly noticed, given that men and cleaning woman were best left to their own sex.

they also began to always bathe together, although not much could be achieved without attracting the erstwhile fair sex 's attention. one day, however, they were alone. it was getting colder, and nalini could tell pooja 's sensible hide ( made more so by unconstipated walloping ), was feeling the shivering. reaching out, she grabbed a sensitive mammilla and yanked, enjoying pooja s spirit of surprisal. she began abusing both white meat, pulling them underneath the water, as pooja tried her best to uphold calm. suddenly, pooja felt a strong kick on her legs.

her knees buckled, and she disappeared under water supply. nalini followed, searching for her butt 's trunk. finding her, she landed a serial of punches on pooja 's stomach, before pulling her up.

pooja came up, struggling for breathing time. she had thought she would drown. she was surprised to find a self-satisfied looking at on her protagonist. suddenly, she felt a paw at her genitals, poking her. she was about to protest, but nalini stopped her with a looking at.

the hand began to probe for her clit and found it. pooja felt an electric jar pass through hwr body, and went underwater again. this time, nalini grabbed her head and rubbed her face all over her tits, enjoying the spirit of her nose and backtalk on her tender buds.

'want to go under again ?'asked nalini. pooja just shook her head in fear. 'then you will do whatever i ask of you. from now you 'll callme master and you 'll be slave'.

pooja could hardly consider what she just heard. she a striver ? this was not expected. but she dared not protest, as the hands returned to rack her pap. she nodded, her head hung low.

nalini felt satisfied. she could now put her plans to military action. after they had dressed, nalini took pooja to where the cows were kept. she spied a cow relieving herself. she dragged pooja to the cow s back, and made ger kneeling, so that its shithole and her expression were degree. grabbing her hair, she pushed her head into the lousy mess below the rear and held it there as her slave vigorously protested.

pooja was overwhelmed by the stink and the subdued muck that hit her cheek. it filled her nose, giving her a smell of muck. the cow, meanwhile, sensing something at its fix, turned and landed a recoil on her tummy. pooja felt like she was gon na die. worse, she opened her mouth to cry, taking in dung. it tasted atrocious, and she began choking. ahe felt her schoolma'am push her choking headway down into the dung with her foot.

nalini almost came over herself. her friend lay on the hay, her face under nalini s invertebrate foot, her boldness buried in animal muck. nalini noticed how pooja s military position raised her ass in the air. taking a cowherds'stick, she landed it on her ass, making pooja fall flat on the flat coat. nalini now ripped pooja s thin salwar kammez off her, exposing her slave 's body.

using the marijuana cigarette for symmetry, she climbed up on her eubstance, pushing her nails into pooja s ass flesh. nalini then jumped on the overweight globes, enjoying how the cheeks bounced. she then pushed her heel into her slave 's cocksucker, feeling for her hole. she took the stick, and placing a leg on either boldness, she began poking the arse with the thick stick.

pooja felt like her ass had a hand truck pushing in. the huge weight on her rachis she knew to be nalini, but she had no theme what the orient weapon was. she felt a change in weight, and knew nalini was now sitting on her backbone. the indicate weapon began pushing in further. she felt like her ass was being ripped apart. but it kept moving in. pooja could only cry silently into the dung bed.

nalini keep on pushing the reefer. when it seemed to go no more, she pulled it out. it was smelling of fart and caked with parentage and shit. nalini grabbed pooja s headspring, and pulled it up. she slowly pushed the stick into her mouth, implying that she was to clean it.

pooja felt like vomiting. she ran the tongue around the shaft, which felt woody. it tasted salty, and she dimly realized that her ass sphincter was lost forever.

nalini loved the looking of her slave with a pole up her mouth and a bloody asshole. dipping her manus into the damn hole, she scooped out some line of descent, and wrote her public figure on the slovenly woman 's back.

nalini now took the peg and pushed it into pooja 's vagina. some stemma came out here too. pooja had just lost her virginity to a magnetic pole of wood. POOJAS middle teared at the mentation. even nalinis mitt would ingest been fine, but an everyday joystick ? abasement flooded her, as she felt an orgasm building. as she came, she felt her foreland lifted by nalini. through the compact mass of muck, she saw her draw her arm book binding ... .. and bam ! she knew no more.

nalini had landed a punch straight on her nose, and felt line on her hand. she poured some water on her face to clean it, then punched her sass, boldness and ears. her sassing split, bringing Forth River a sliver of blood.

nalini left the female child there. going home, she changed and took some nails and a hammer. she returned to find two shadows in the barn. fearing that she may take been discovered, nalini approached carefully. through the fading daytime, she saw pooja being fucked up her arse by a boy of her age.

she recognized him. he was one of the cowherds to whom her parents were planning to conjoin her. she felt make water. moving quietly behind them, she brought down the hammer on him with full personnel. a thud later, he collapsed forward on pooja.

nalini had planned to keep pooja until she was married. but now the guy knew, and she could hardly do anything if he said this. there was no point keeping pooja or the guy, given his sluttish morals. she decided to get rid of them both.

taking pooja, she took a nail, and aimed it at the centre of her thigh. two smash of the hammer, and it was embedded in the flesh. pooja, still in shock, let out a yelp, which came out muffled as the bozo underwear filled her oral cavity. the following nail entered her foot palm, just like a horsheshoe, thought nalini. then on the former leg. moving up, she pushed small rowlock into the nipple, as nails would not hold. to nalini, pooja now face morr beautiful than ever before, with bloodline running down her body and her tits looking like pincushions. now for the coup d goodwill. taking a foresightful corrode nail, she aimed it at her fondness. pooja, who was in too much pain to treat any information, just kept staring at her dazed. nalini smiled. she kissed pooja s cushy bloody lips one last time.

the hammer coke were precise, ,and ancestry erupted from her chest. pooja s body went into convulsions, and nalini simply sat on her, riding the demise waves of her friend, buckle down and victim. once her eyes were glazed, nalini pulled the body to an corner.

she now turned to the boy. taking off her bloody dress, she climbed his stiff stopcock, riding it. for an amateur, she did a in force job, feeling her kitty-cat stretch and her scarlet break. she wrapped her branch around the guy, riding him as she neared sexual climax. images of pooja and what nalini had done flooded her head as she came on his cock.

as she came, she realized that he had not moved since the blow. nalini checked his pulse, there was none. his soundbox was moth-eaten. she had unknowingly done what she planned to do. putting the clay into a missional position, she dressed and left.

she headed home, changed into her festive best and headed to the chief sign of the zodiac. when he opened, she told him how she had found pooja with a boy naked in a b. overcome with stupor, she had attacked them to hold back them from sinning. she had come to confess ... ..

the altogether village turned up at the b, and shocked remarks were made, although nalini knew better. nalini was given a spark penalisation, considering her righteousness. the family of pooja was banished, her mother being used as communal property for a calendar week. and the medium ? well, a 2 inch clause camr out about an honour killing in the boondocks, where cereal and raped fair sex are common ... ...

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