Chapter 3: Break into Two
The kitchen of Rahul's farmhouse was a symphony of clattering pots and sizzling pans, the air thick with the aroma of spices and the warmth of the wood-burning stove. Priya stood at the counter, her hands deftly chopping onions, the tears streaming down her face as she worked. Radha, her hair tied back in a neat bun, was at the stove, stirring a pot of simmering curry, her eyes occasionally flicking to Priya, a small smile playing on her lips.
Priya started the conversation,”So, how do like working here” she asked Radha , trying to sound casual.
Radha looked at her, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, I love it here. Rahul is a good man. He takes care of me,” she said, her voice laced with a certain intimacy that made Priya's stomach churn.
Priya felt a pang of jealousy, but she pushed it aside. She had no right to feel that way. She was here with Aman, not Rahul.
She turned back to the counter, her hands still moving, but her mind was elsewhere. She could feel Rahul's gaze on her, his eyes lingering on her curves in a way that made her skin crawl.
how did you find this job, Radha?
Priya asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Radha looked at her, her eyes softening. "I found it through a friend," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He knew Rahul was looking for someone to help around the house. I needed the job, so I applied. And here I am." She shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. Priya felt a wave of unease wash over her. There was something in Radha's voice, something in her eyes that made Priya feel uncomfortable. She turned back to the counter, her hands still moving, but her mind was racing.
Do you want to know how Rahul took my interview?? Radha asked Priya in a casual tone.
Priya hesitated, her curiosity piqued despite her discomfort. "How did he take your interview?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Radha chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Priya's spine. "Well," she began, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "He asked me to cook for him. Said he wanted to see if I could handle his... appetite." She paused, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "I cooked him a feast, and then, he asked me to clean up. Said he wanted to see how well I could handle... messes."
Priya's heart pounded in her chest, her imagination running wild.
“He also checked me out on how well I could handle stuff in my mouth.” She winked at Priya.
“I swallowed every last drop, and that's how I got the job. And more than just the job, if you know what I mean.” Radha's voice was laced with innuendo, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that made Priya's stomach churn.
Priya felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She turned away, her hands still moving, but her mind was elsewhere. She could feel Rahul's gaze on her, his eyes lingering on her curves in a way that made her feel dirty. She knew she had to say something, to confront him about his advances.
I was roughly your age, when me and Rahul started together in this house. I had a figure similar to yours, Priya.
Tight and firm. Rahul couldn't keep his hands off me. He'd find any excuse to touch me, to brush against me. It started innocently enough - a hand on the small of my back as he guided me through the kitchen, a brush of his fingers against mine as he passed me a plate. But it didn't stay innocent for long.
One evening, after we'd finished cooking and cleaning up, Rahul suggested we have a drink. I was tired, but I didn't want to be rude, so I agreed. We sat in the living room, the fire crackling in the hearth, casting long shadows on the walls.” Radha was going down memory lane.
“He'd pour me a glass of wine, then he'd lean in close, his breath hot on my ear. 'You're so beautiful, Radha,' he'd whisper. And then, he'd touch me. His hand would slip under my shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast. I'd gasp, my body arching towards his touch. He'd smile, his eyes darkening with desire. 'You like that, don't you?' he'd say. And I'd nod, my breath coming in short gasps. He'd kiss me then, his mouth hot and demanding. His tongue would explore my mouth, his hands roaming over my body.
He'd squeeze my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples until they were hard and aching. I'd moan into his mouth, my body writhing against his. He'd chuckle, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. 'You're so responsive, Radha,' he'd say. 'I love it.'
One night, he took it further. He pushed me back against the couch, his body pressing against mine. 'I want to taste you, Radha,' he said, his voice hoarse with desire. I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What are you doing, Rahul?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. But Rahul didn't answer. Instead, he pushed my legs apart, his hands rough on my thighs. I could feel the heat of his breath on my panties, his fingers hooking into the waistband, pulling them down.
"Rahul, stop," I said, my voice stronger this time. But Rahul just chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Come on, Radha. We are lonely, and it’s just you n me" he said, his voice laced with mockery. "You can't resist me.
You know you want this," Rahul growled, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin, his eyes locked onto mine, challenging me.
I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I should push him away, tell him to stop. But my body betrayed me, my hips arching towards his touch. Rahul took that as an invitation, his fingers slipping under the fabric of my panties, brushing against my wet folds.
I did not have a choice, Radha continued. I had nowhere to go, just like you guys.
"Fuck," I gasped, my head falling back against the couch. Rahul chuckled, a low, triumphant sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
"You're so wet, Radha," he murmured, his fingers dipping into my wetness. "You want this, don't you?" He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire.
I couldn't speak, couldn't form a coherent thought. All I could do was feel - feel the heat of his fingers as they moved inside me, feel the way my body responded to his touch.
"Say it," Rahul demanded, his voice harsh. "Say you want this."
I took a deep breath, my chest heaving. "I want this," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Rahul's eyes flashed with triumph.
he quickly stripped me.
He pushed me down on the couch, his hands rough as he spread my legs apart. I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I gasped, my body arching towards his touch.
"Fuck, Radha," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You taste so good." His tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of me. I could feel the heat building inside me, my body writhing against his mouth.
He slipped two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
I could feel the tension building inside me, my body aching for release.
"Come for me, Radha," Rahul growled, his fingers moving faster, his tongue flicking against my clit. "Come on my face."
And I did. I came hard, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. Rahul didn't stop, his fingers still moving inside me, his tongue still lapping at my clit until I was a panting, trembling mess. "That was just the beginning," he said, his voice hoarse.
He stood up, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his arousal. He started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that made my stomach churn. But I already knew the answer. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the air between us.
"I'm going to fuck you, Priya," he said, his voice harsh. "I've been wanting to since the moment I saw you."
I should have stopped him, should have told him to leave me alone.
he climbed back on bed, holding his monster.
Radha continued, despite seeing Priya was embarrassed. “He was rock hard and ready to go. eyes widened at the sight of his cock. It was thick and long, veins pulsing with blood. I could see the precum glistening at the tip”
"Fuck, Rahul," i whispered, her voice laced with desire and fear. "You're huge."
Rahul chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You can take it, Radha" he said, his voice confident. "I know you can."
He grabbed my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He spread my legs wide, his eyes locked onto my pussy.
"Look at you, all wet and ready for me," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, coating it with my wetness. I gasped, my body arching towards him, eager for more.
"Please, Rahul," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me."
Rahul chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Patience, Radha," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "I want to enjoy this."
He pushed the head of his cock inside me, just an inch, enough to make me gasp.
I could feel myself stretching around him, my body struggling to accommodate his size. Rahul's eyes flashed with satisfaction, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, his hands gripping my thighs. "This is going to be fun."
He pushed in another inch, and I moaned, my hands clawing at the sheets beneath me. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, my body aching for more even as it struggled to take him.
"More," I gasped, my hips bucking against him. "Give me more." I panted, my hips bucking against Rahul's cock. He chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Not yet, Radha," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "I want to savor this."
He pulled out, just an inch, before slamming back in, making me gasp. He set a slow, torturous pace, his hips rolling as he fucked me. I could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he moved inside me.
"Fuck, Rahul," I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets.
"You're killing me." "That's the idea, Radha," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "I want to make you beg for it."
He leaned down, his mouth finding mine in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, tangling with mine as he continued to fuck me in slow, torturous strokes. I could taste myself on his lips, the salty sweetness of my arousal making me moan into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh.
I gasped, my body arching against his as he bit down harder, leaving a mark on my skin.
"Marking you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So everyone knows you're mine."
I moaned, my body writhing beneath him as he continued to fuck me in slow, torturous strokes. His cock was like a rod of iron inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. I could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge as he moved inside me.
"Fuck me harder," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Rahul.
Fuck me harder," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. He knew he had me right where he wanted me.
"As you wish, Radha," he said, his voice laced with mockery. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and aching for more. But before I could protest, he flipped me over onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air.
"Fuck, you have a perfect ass," he growled, his hands gripping my cheeks, spreading them apart. I could feel the cool air on my exposed pussy, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
Rahul's hands were rough on my skin, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held my ass cheeks apart. I could hear him behind me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he took in the sight of my pussy, glistening and ready for him.
"Fuck, Radha," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking wet. You want this, don't you?" All I could do was nod, my body aching for more.
Rahul's hands were rough on my skin, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held my ass cheeks apart. His fingers traced the edge of my pussy, brushing against my clit before dipping inside me.
"Yes," I moaned, my body writhing against his touch.
"I want it, Rahul. I want you to fuck me hard." "I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice laced with mockery. He lined up the head of his cock with my entrance, his hands gripping my hips.
"Ready for this, Radha?" he asked, his voice harsh.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," I whispered. "Fuck me, Rahul."
With one swift thrust, Rahul buried himself inside me, filling me completely. I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate his size.
Rahul's cock was like a rod of iron inside me, filling me completely. He held onto my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he began to move.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're so tight."
I moaned in response, my hands fisting in the sheets beneath me. I could feel every inch of him as he moved inside me, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy.
"Harder," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me harder."
he then leaned over and did something really dirty. He pushed his thumb into my asshole!
I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected intrusion. But Rahul didn't stop. Instead, he began to move his thumb in and out of my ass, matching the rhythm of his cock inside my pussy.
"Fuck, Rahul!" I cried out, my body writhing beneath him. "What are you doing?"
"Taking what's mine," he growled, his voice harsh. "Every fucking hole."
I moaned, my body betraying me as it responded to his filthy words. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my body aching for release.
Rahul's cock and thumb moved in sync, filling me completely.
I could feel myself building towards an orgasm, my body tensing with each thrust. Rahul's breathing was ragged, his grip on my hips tightening as he fucked me harder.
"Come for me, Radha," he growled, his voice laced with desire. "Come all over my cock."
His words sent me over the edge. I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. Rahul didn't stop, his cock and thumb still moving inside me, drawing out my orgasm until I was a panting, trembling mess.
He pulled out of me, his cock glistening with my juices. He flipped me onto my back, my body limp and spent.
He climbed on top of me, his cock still hard and glistening with my juices. I could feel the heat of his body as he positioned himself in front of my face.
as part of your cleaning activities, Radha, you also have to clean this!
Rahul said as he pointed to his cock.
Radha continued, Rahul pushed his cock into my mouth.
I gagged at the sudden intrusion, my eyes watering as he forced himself deeper into my throat.
"Suck it," he growled, his hands fisting in my hair. "Take it all."
I tried to comply, my mouth and throat working to accommodate his size. He was huge, filling me completely as he thrust in and out of my mouth.
"Fuck, Radha," he groaned, his hips moving faster. "You're so good at this."
I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, the veins throbbing against my tongue. I knew he was close, could feel the tension building in his body.
"Swallow it," he commanded, his voice harsh.
I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, his release imminent. I nodded, my eyes watering as I braced myself for what was to come.
Rahul's grip on my hair tightened, his hips jerking as he came with a groan. His hot, salty cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed it down, trying not to gag. He pulled out of my mouth, his cock glistening with our combined juices.
"Good girl," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. He climbed off me, leaving me feeling used and empty. I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Rahul looked at me, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
now your duties are covered. You will not wear a panty when I am around, and will be ready to be fucked whenever I ask” he said.
Priya was disgusted, hearing Radha’s narration. But was curious too.
she asked, so even now, you are not wearing panties?” She could not stop blurting out to Radha.
"So, even now, you're not wearing any panties?" Priya asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes wide with a mix of disgust and curiosity.
Radha just smiled, a knowing smile that made Priya's stomach churn. "No," she said, her voice casual. "Rahul doesn't like me to. He says it makes me more... accessible."
and she pulled up her saree… .
Priya was taken aback by Radha's nonchalance. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she imagined Radha's naked body, her pussy exposed and ready for Rahul at a moment's notice. She shook her head, trying to clear the image from her mind.
"Radha," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "That's... that's disgusting."
Radha just laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Priya's spine. "Disgusting?" she said, her voice laced with mockery. "It's not disgusting, Priya. It's just... practical."
Priya felt a wave of anger wash over her.
she could not help but look, she could see radha’s pink swollen bald pussy, glistening with juice. Priya felt a wave of disgust and something else she couldn't quite place. She quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Radha," she said, her voice sharp. "Cover yourself up."
Radha just smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made Priya's stomach churn. "Why, Priya?" she asked, her voice laced with mockery. "Are you jealous?"
Priya scoffed, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Jealous?" she said, her voice laced with disdain. "Of you? Please."
Radha continued, I bet you shave regularly… Priya nodded, her cheeks flushing at the implication. "Every week," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Good," Radha said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Rahul likes his women smooth and ready."
Priya was angry. She replied, but I am not Rahul’s woman. I love Aman!
Radha smirked. Not yet, but you never know! And walked out of the kitchen.
she was surprised and concerned that Radha was so blatantly talking about herself and Rahul.
in the night when she was alone with Aman, she mentioned her thoughts to Aman. Who brushed her off, saying that was their private affairs and he was not concerned.
next day Aman left for his new onsite job, for a few months.
now Priya was alone with Radha and Rahul.
he could see how Rahul would sneak a hug when he thought Priya was not looking.
over the next few days, Priya was yearning physical intimacy, but with Aman absent, she was getting frustrated.