Indian Village Girl trapped in USA Ch. 04

She could feel the whole of his body pressing against hers. This monster was not going to stop fucking her until he reached an orgasm, so Meghna tried her best to relax and enjoy what he was doing. Her mind was completely focused on Usman's movements.

Meanwhile Bilal came next to her and gave his limp cock to her. Meghna knew what he wanted and started masturbating his cock.

Khan was watching his friends enjoy Meghna just like the jackals move in after the lion had his fill. He normally would have joined them by this time, but for some strange reason, he had lost his mood. He wished he could turn back time a half hour and tell his friends to fuck off.

"What a tight pussy she has," exclaimed Usman.

"That's because she has been fucked by weak Hindu men," laughed Bilal and then put his cock into her mouth for the second time.

Meghna got pissed with that. 'Why is he always bringing up religion?' she thought. For a man with such a small cock, he shouldn't be talking about size and Still, she started sucking his cock. This time Bilal did not interfere and hence she was able to give a good blowjob.

As she kept sucking him, Bilal continued making crude remarks. Usman saw how Meghna kept bobbing her head while sucking Bilal's cock. This must be something different for her, he thought. He grabbed her boobs gently and started massaging them. "Look at this girl's perfect figure. You will find these in only Arabs not Indians," he remarked.

"Thats because her mother got properly fucked and impregnated by a sheikh instead of her limp husband!" Bilal laughed, "Lots of Hindu girls do it. Look how eagerly she is sucking my cock."

Meghna got completely angry. She tolerated all the abuse directed towards her, but against her mom was too much. It took special effort from her not to bite his cock off. She pushed him off so hard that Bilal fell off the bed. Usman was so shocked by her change that he stopped fucking her.

"For a man with a pencil dick like yours, you talk too much. I guess you had never given an orgasm to your wife, and she was only faking it for the jewellery!" she hissed.

All the blood drained from Bilal's face, as well as Usman. Even Khan was shocked by the insult. It was a good comeback to someone who was making insults based on religion and nationality.

There was pin drop silence in the entire room as if time had stopped still. Usman's cock was still inside her pussy and he wasn't sure whether to take it out or push it in. He was literally afraid she might explode if he did either of them.

After a few tense seconds or even minutes, Bilal finally took control of himself. "YOU FILTHY HINDU BITCH!" he roared, "I will teach your filthy Indian mouth a nice lesson. "

He picked himself up with surprising agility and jumped on the bed. He pushed Usman roughly so his cock came out of her pussy and he rolled off the bed.

Bilal rolled Meghna off the bed until she was on her stomach. He lifted her buttocks up until she was in the perfect doggy position. He parted her ass cheeks until he had a view of the asshole. He didn't bother to spit on it and then rammed his cock right into her virgin asshole.

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!" Meghna screamed like an animal as he plunged in. She felt that he went way too deep and tried to pull back but Bilal held her tight.

Meghna tried to use her legs and shoulders to stop him from pushing more. But the force was too much for her weak body.

He started fucking her asshole hard. Usman stood there looking on helplessly. He knew what was going to happen and decided to be brave and watch the scene unfold before him.

Tears were flowing from her eyes as her tight asshole was getting assaulted. Every thrust would leave her screaming with pain. And Bilal just didn't care. The sight of a helpless Indian woman getting raped was just too tempting. He wanted to fuck this girl so badly and now was his chance.

"Ahhhhhhh... You dirty Hindu slut, you dirty fuckin' bitch! " he yelled. "You are going to get everything I give you, right? I'll keep doing this until you beg me to stop. You won't let me fuck you will you? No? hahaha... no?"

He kept ramming his cock in and out of her. Her voice was getting higher and higher as she struggled to keep herself under control. Her hands were struggling to grab hold of anything they could to try and stop him from hurting her.

Suddenly Bilal held her tight and shook her violently. "Who does this dirty woman belong to? Who owns this Indian whore's hole?" he yelled in her ear. "Answer me! NOW!"

She whimpered but refused to answer. Bilal pulled her hair until her face was next to him. He opened her mouth and spat inside. "HISSSSSSSS" He shoved his fingers down her throat as well, forcing her to swallow every bit of his saliva.

All Meghna could gasp was "Help... please, no... " Her body was screaming for her to get some air, but Bilal ignored her pleas. He used one hand to squeeze her throat and the other to jerk her head up and down.

"Whose is this ass? Who owns her mouth?" He yelled again

PHTACK!

There was a loud sound and sudden relief for Meghna as Bilal's cock was forced from her asshole.

She fell on the bed and slowly turned around to see the reason for the sudden change. She saw Khan in his bathrobe standing next to her. His eyes were totally bloodshot with anger. He was staring at Bilal with an intensity that made him cower with fear. Bilal was on the ground with his one hand holding his cheek which really hurt after the slap given by Khan.

Even Usman was cowering in fear. He had known Shahid for two decades and he had never seen him this angry. He was at a boiling point and Usman was secretly happy there were no weapons nearby. The scene looked like a lion trying to re-establish the order of the jungle to a couple of rabid hyenas.

Bilal never thought his former school friend and partner would actually slap him. He has "shared" the women with Shahid and they had even done threesome. Shahid has humiliated many women in bed and indulged in rough play. But why did he get so angry with this woman?

"Shahid bhai..." he whimpered.

She slowly turned around, her heart pounding in her chest, to see the reason for the sudden change. As she faced Khan, she couldn't help but notice his bloodshot eyes brimming with anger. Standing next to her in his bathrobe, he stared at Bilal with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

Bilal, still recovering from the slap Khan had just delivered, found himself on the ground. He cradled his cheek, which throbbed with pain. Even Usman, who had known Khan for two decades, cowered in fear. This was a side of Shahid they had never seen before - a malevolent rage that was foreign to them all. Usman secretly thanked fate that there were no weapons nearby.

The scene before them could only be described as the confrontation of a mighty lion with a pair of rabid hyenas. Bilal, being Shahid's former school friend and partner, had shared countless women with him, even engaging in threesomes. Shahid had always been one to push boundaries in the bedroom, often indulging in rough play. But this time, something had struck a nerve, and Shahid's anger was uncontrollable.

"What is wrong with you, Bilal?" Shahid shouted, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "Even I was getting irritated with your Hindu-Muslim rant. Also, you insulted her family. It's no wonder she retorted at you."

Shahid, a Pakistani Muslim, had always believed in treating everyone with respect, regardless of their nationality or religion. In fact, the majority of his employees were Hindus, and he had built a strong rapport with them over the years. However, tonight, Bilal had crossed a line. His conservative views, hidden beneath the surface, had been unleashed by the combination of alcohol and the rumours surrounding his daughter's relationship with a Hindu boy.

"But bhai..." Bilal tried to defend himself, his words slurred from the alcohol he had consumed.

"Shut up, Bilal!" Khan thundered, cutting him off. "We have a lifelong friendship. Don't ruin it over one night of your drunken stupor. "

Khan turned his attention to Usman, instructing him firmly. "Take him away and give him something to sober up. "

But it was too late. Bilal's alcohol-fueled rage had drained away, leaving behind a mix of regret and embarrassment. Aware that it was best to depart, he hastily searched for his clothes and followed Usman out of the room.

Meanwhile, Meghna, who had witnessed the entire scene unfold, found herself in tears. Not only had she been physically assaulted by Bilal earlier, leaving her asshole sore and her dignity shattered, but she had now been cast aside as if she were nothing more than an insignificant object. All this while her own husband lay inebriated in the parking lot, unaware of the pain his wife was enduring.

Meghna had closed her face into her hands and was crying uncontrollably. She didn't know the exact reason but she was angry at everything that happened to her. Not just this night, but her entire life where no one had treated her respectfully and just used her for their own purposes.

Shahid, feeling responsible for what had transpired, approached Meghna cautiously. "I'm really sorry for what happened tonight," he said, "It was my mistake entirely no matter what Bilal did. It's my responsibility".

Meghna looked up at him, her tears still streaming down her face. She saw the genuine remorse in his eyes, and in that moment, she felt a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that enveloped her. Unsure of what to do, she acted on instinct and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Shahid was taken aback by the sudden intimacy, as he never considered himself the cuddling type. But there was something profound that Meghna wanted to convey through this hug, something that went beyond words. Lost in her emotions, Meghna clung to him, seeking solace in the very person who had betrayed her trust.

Shahid, although initially surprised, felt the warmth and vulnerability in her embrace. He vowed silently to protect her, even from himself. Their hug lasted for what seemed like an eternity, as they found a momentary refuge in each other's arms.

Finally, they broke apart, and Shahid urged Meghna to take a shower and get ready. He left the room, leaving her to collect her thoughts. Meghna obediently entered the attached bathroom and turned on the shower. As the warm water cascaded down her body, she began to feel a sense of catharsis. It was as though the water was washing away not only the physical remnants of the night but also the emotional wounds inflicted upon her.

As she stood under the soothing water, Meghna replayed the entire scenario in her head. She realised that there were many factors beyond her control. She had never anticipated that Shahid Khan would conspire with Bilal to manipulate her husband, nor could she have predicted the events that led her to Khan's penthouse. Though she acknowledged her own attraction to Khan, she understood that his actions went far beyond consent, and the blame lay squarely on his shoulders.

Determined to reclaim her power, Meghna resolved to confront Khan and remind him that he was not the saviour he had portrayed himself to be. She understood now that he was the villain in her story, and she would not allow him to continue manipulating and exploiting her.

Refreshed and renewed, Meghna stepped out of the shower, feeling a surge of confidence flow through her. She noticed that Khan was not in the room, but to her surprise, he had laid out her clothes neatly folded on the bed. It was a small gesture, but it baffled her. Was he trying to win her back? Meghna quickly dismissed the thought, for she had seen through his facade.

Within moments, she was ready to face him. Meghna made her way to the living room, where Khan sat silently. His eyes met hers, and without a word, he gestured for her to follow him to the parking lot. As she glanced into the backseat at her sleeping husband, unaware of the horrors she had endured, Meghna clenched her fists. But there was no room for remorse. Her husband's poor decisions and inability to protect her were the very reason she found herself in this situation.

An unspoken tension filled the air as they embarked on the journey. Neither Khan nor Meghna dared to break the silence. Khan feared her volatile outbursts, fearing they might expose his true nature. Meghna, on the other hand, was lost in her thoughts, rehearsing the words she would unleash upon him.

Finally, they reached her residence. With his strong frame, Khan effortlessly carried Prasad into his home. As Meghna fumbled with the lock to their apartment, she couldn't help but wonder how easily he could switch between being caring and conniving.

Taking a deep breath, Meghna decided to give Khan a chance to diffuse the tension. She decided to escort him to the car, hoping for a fake apology or any flicker of remorse. However, her hope was tinged with scepticism, for she knew that Khan was a master of deceit.

Khan was temporarily relieved when he entered the Jaguar in the rough area and saw that it still had its sleek rims. Standing next to the car, Meghna waved goodbye with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Khan hesitated but knew he couldn't ignore the obvious issue.

"Listen, Meghna," he started, trying to sound composed.

However, Meghna cut him off with anger and defiance in her voice. "Shahid," she said with contempt, "what you did wasn't just a mistake. It's a serious crime, and I could call the police right now and have you and your friends arrested. I'm sure I'm not your only victim. Once I file a complaint, other women will come forward too. "

Shahid was stunned by Meghna's determination, his confident demeanour disappearing, replaced by fear. He hadn't expected this village girl to be so bold and clear-headed. In the city, he had seen many women who chose to stay silent in the face of betrayal. Meghna was different.

"I know what you're thinking," Meghna continued, her voice unwavering. "You think my izzat (honour) will be ruined, my husband might leave me, and I'll be left devastated. Well, let me tell you something. I've been suffering for the past eight months, and if my husband leaves, it would be a relief. I actually dream about it every day. At least then, I can hold you and your friends accountable."

Meghna's words hit Shahid like a sudden realisation. He understood now why she had resisted his advances and refused to give in to his temptations, unlike other women. She was using this situation to escape from Prasad. And by doing so, Shahid could potentially end up in jail with his company facing numerous lawsuits from exploited women.

Fear consumed Shahid as he grasped the depth of Meghna's anger. She wasn't a passive victim; she was resilient, fearless like a honey badger that could confront a pride of lions unharmed. Cursing his own foolishness, he heard Meghna speak again, her voice strangely composed.

"But don't worry," she said, her tone carrying great weight. "I won't pursue this further... for now. Just remember, I have something on you. I'll use it when the time is right, but for today, I'll let you go. Goodbye, Shahid. Have a safe journey. "

Those words were like music to Shahid's ears. He didn't fully understand Meghna's intentions, but he knew that a woman as intelligent as her must have a plan. Without wasting time, he stepped on the gas pedal and hurriedly left the parking lot. As Shahid drove away, he couldn't shake the feeling that Meghna was dangerous. He needed to distance himself from her as soon as possible.