STORY OF A BATTERED WIFE…PART II ……the story continues… It has been two months since Arvind had first made love to me. He visited us once a week in our small house and I realized that our relationship had changed. The moment I heard his voice or saw him, my heart would beat faster, I felt shy facing him, my body turned hot and I just wanted to melt in his arms. When he sat beside me and looked at me, I avoided his eyes and demurely answered in monosyllables his queries. When he took my hand to check pulse, I knew that he could measure a higher heart beat in me. Oh God! Why does he come to torment me more! Does he not realize that I love him. I was looking for affection and love and physically and emotionally Arvind was providing me the same. My parents treated him with love and respect even though sometimes they did talk about his interest in coming to our home. Today I have to go for a medical check up and when my parents wanted to accompany me, I categorically said no. I told them I wanted to stand on my own feet and start moving around. I wanted to be with Arvind alone. My mother packed a lunch box for me, in case I was delayed. She packed two chapattis and bhaji. I was excited and hoped to meet Arvind there at the hospital. I reached the hospital and Arvind was waiting at the reception counter for me. On seeing him, I melted. He arranged the paperwork and also walked me inside for the checkup. I was now physically fit and OK. My bones and fractures had healed and I was advised to take care for a couple of months. Arvind accompanied me outside and then suggested that we go out to have lunch. I hesitated and then in a low voice said I have lunch packed and we could go somewhere where we can be alone. Arvind looked at me and smiled. He took me to his hospital quarters. I was walking beside him with my head bowed, matching his strides. I could hear some comments from his colleagues as we neared his room but I was excited. I wanted to spend some time with Arvind. I wanted him to fuck me, screw me, do whatever he wanted but show me love while doing it. On entering his room, I was surprised at the neatness. His bed was neat and his study table was well organized. While I was looking around his room, I felt a hand engulfing me, embracing me from behind. I could feel him kissing the nape of my neck as his wet toungur traced a path from the neck to my earlobes. His hands were fondling my breast and I pressed against him. I turned to face him and embraced him. He kissed me on my mouth. His lips were on my mouth and I opened up for him. I was in seventh heaven. As Arvind continued kissing me he began removing my clothes, but he was arousing me by caressing my body and removing my clothes slowly. When he had my blouse and bra off he spent a lot of time kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples. Both his hands were pressing my breast while he was sucking my nipples and twirling it in his mouth. Then he loosened my sari and let it fall to the floor. I was already starting to have a small orgasm. Next I felt his hand on my panties and I was desperate and helping him to take it off. I was standing naked in front of him, lost to the whole world while passionately kissing him. Arvind just tightened his hold around me and lifted me, all the while kissing me, my feet dangling, raised from the floor while he carried me to the bed. I was excited and feeling very horny. I could feel my cunt all wet, well lubricated. Arvind removed his clothes and naked he climbed on the bed and lay beside me. We were both naked and he embraced each other and he was kissing me. His hands were now on my cunt as he inserted his fingers in my vagina. He began to play with my clitoris and kept at it and now my cunt /choot was flowing. Arvind then moved between my legs and placed his cock/lund at the entrance to my cunt/choot. He moved very slowly trying not to hurt me as he pushed his cock/lund in until he was all the way in. Arvind initially started to fuck me slowly and then increased his pace. His hands were playing with my breast and nipples while his mouth was sucking my mouth. I was in a sexual stage, a happiness was flowing within me. The current or the impulse shooting thru’ me at all times made me delirious. I tightened my hold on him and raised my legs wrapping it around his buttocks as he penetrated and fucked me. I could not hold any longer and with a loud shout I came. I could feel him still pounding me and I was again being carried away to a world of passion. His nearness and his loving purring- `darling, you are my true love, I love you, oh…. You are a sexy person etc…. was shooting a spark thru’ me. Finally he came with a grunt and when his spurts hit me in my cunt, I exploded. I could not believe that a person could give me such pleasures in a short time. We lay there, arms around and enjoying each others proximity. He was kissing me all over my body while I also my kissing him wherever I could feel his skin. He was a sweet person and the more I kissed him, the more I felt secured in my life. I don’t know when I slept off. My dreams came back to torment me. I found myself in my in-laws home. (As I wrote in my earlier story (Part 1) my In-laws family lived in a world of their own. I was made to toil from the first day in the house, taking care of my father-in-law (FIL) 55 yrs, mother- in-law(MIL) 48 yrs, one elder brother-in-law(EBIL) 30 yrs and one younger sister-in-law (YSIL) 23 yrs. The EBIL was divorced while the YSIL was a graduate looking for a good employment. The first night I was forcibly fucked (raped) by my husband. I don’t remember when I went to sleep but I was harshly woken up by my MIL the next day morning at 5.30 A.M. With choicest abuses she shoved me to the kitchen and asked me to get to work in cleaning the kitchen and preparing the morning breakfast. Tears were flowing from my eyes and she accused me of shedding false tears. This story is about my Brother in law (BIL). I don’t want to take his stupid name and will be using BIL as his initials. He deserves the initial B as he is a bas…rd. He worked in a factory and always had night duty. Morning, he would be sleeping his butt off. The house was a one bedroom hall tenement belonging to the housing board. These are the small independent houses built during the British days located in the suburbs. The family had built a loft which was accessible by a narrow steep wooden staircase. The loft was partitioned into three small rooms and one was occupied by us and the other by the BIL and SIL. We had to move around the loft with our heads bowed because of its low height. The space was squeezed and it hardly had a maneuvering space or walking space. Morning it used to be me and MIL and BIL at home with BIl sleeping while I worked. MIL would be hanging around watching me or outside chatting and gossiping with the neighbors. BIL would always smell of desi liquor). Not more than a month had passed after my marriage and I was desperately trying to please my Inlaws. I was constantly harassed, occasionally beaten by husband and MIL. I felt lost, forlorn and not loved at all. I could not turn back to my parents as they were poor and I would be breaking their heart. I was willing to accept all punishment and slowily I started feeling that something was wrong with me for people not to love me. It was noon time. My MIL had gone visiting the neighbors. I was busy making chappatis and also keeping an eye on the aloo sabjhi being prepared when I felt a presence behind me I turned to see my drunken BIL standing there looking at me with his bloodshot eyes. BIL is 6’0″, dark, strong shoulders and a pot belly. He has a scraggy beard and wild hair. His face is pockmarked because of chickenpox when young. He has yellow/red stained teeth due to his constant smoking and pan chewing. He reached forward and pressed my boobs. I was terrified. With a leering grin he opened his pajama to expose his Penis/lund. I pushed his hands away and tried to evade his reach, but he kept pressing my boobs. The other hand on his Penis-shagging. I pleaded –Bhaiya, I am your bhabhi. Please leave me alone. But my pleadings had no affect on him. Now, in desperation, I pushed him and tried to run towards the door. He immediately caught me by my hair, pulled me back and SLAPPED me hard on my face a couple of times. He said –`Randi, agar jyaada naatak karegi to zinda zalaa doonga’. His eyes were blazing and I knew he meant what he said. Like a cornered rat, I squirmed, scratched back and fought a losing battle. At that time my MIL came and she saw her son with his back turned hitting me. She immediately pounced on me and said –`chudail, tuu kya mere bache pe dora daal rahi hai kya (Are you trying to seduce my son) Randi… and now there were two people abusing me using profanities and hitting me. I curled myself into a ball and lay in a corner evading their attacks. I don’t know how much time I lay there and finally when I opened my eyes, I found I was alone in the kitchen and mom and son were sitting out and eating. I cried and called on the almighty to save me. For them it was as if nothing had happened. When at night I tried to hint to my husband about my safety, he just abused me and fucked me. I started being careful from then on and tried my best to avoid my BIL and save myself. But all was in vain. As usual oneday, my MIL went to buy vegetables and BIL was sleeping. My heart was beating fast. She had given me a lot of chores which I had to complete by the time she came. Keeping the front door open, I went about my job. I just wanted a way to escape if anything happened. I never realized when he came behind me but by the time I reacted I was late. I was in the kitchen and he caught me by the hair and before I could shout, I felt the resounding SLAP on my face. I lost all bearing and fell on the floor. He stood looking at me naked from the waist. He had a semi erection. He threatened – `randi, if you shout, I will smash your face and nobody will recognize you’. I cowered under his threat. I was sobbing. He said- `hence forth I want no naatak from you’. Saying this he easily pulled me up by my hair and I was on my knees. He pulled my face on his crotch and asked me to suck his lund. When I tried to avoid, he hit my head repeatedly. I realized, I had no choice but to accept. I took his semi erect cock in my mouth. It had a pungent smell and I fell like puking. He was pushing my face more onto his lund and I could feel it growing in my mouth. He made me lick, suck and use my hands on his lund, till he came with a big spurt. I gaggled and finally was able to swallow his whole cum. Then he raised me and started feeling my boobs. I gave in. I knew I had no choice. He loosened my blouse and started fondling my breast. His mouth was on my tits as I stood there stunned, tears streaming down my eyes. I felt used, dirty. Finally I could see that his cock was again hard. He pulled me to his parents bedroom and then laying me on the bed, rolled my sari and petticoat up, he removed my panties and then lay on top of me inserted his lund. By now, I was practiced enough to realize how to take a lund all in. I spread my leg and he started pumping. He was dirty and smelly and his mouth started kissing my mouth. I lay still like a dead person while he fondled me, fucked me and finally emptied himself in me. Later he got up and walked away without even glancing back while I cried, dressed and went back to kitchen. Fucking my BIL was another job I had from then on. He wanted to be sucked once a week or two and fucked once a month. I felt he just wanted to humiliate me. I gave in and just went about as if it was a work. I never had any feeling. I was dead for them.). In my dream, I dreamed of me being ill and running a temperature when my BIL suddenly made his appearance and forced me to have sex with him. I was sobbing and pushing him, beating him on his chest saying constantly, please leave me alone today.. I am not well…. MY God… somebody save me……while he just hit me on the face and said… randi…jyada naatak math kar….choos isko…., his hard erect lund was pointed at me and I was being forced to suck him off, I shouted and cried..nooooooooo, please help me, please leave me alone,,,,, Suddenly I woke up. I was lying on top of Arvind and he was shaking me up from my deep sleep. He was shouting…’Darling wake up. I suddenly woke up and found that I was on top of Arvind and he was concerned. He said – `Darling you had a bad dream…. You were hitting me on my chest and crying and saying to leave you alone….’ Tears were running down my face and he looked hurt. He said—Dear, why were you shouting, what’s happening, why did you shout that you wanted to be left alone, you can’t do it….. What is happening!!!!!!!! Are you having some bad dreams!!!!!!!!! Seeing Arvind beside me gave me confidence. Even though I was shattered after the dreams, it took me some time to tell him about my BIL’s indiscretion. He was quiet for some time and then he took me in his arms and kissed my eyes and mouth and said. .’Darling, it is time you undergo psychiatrist help. It is absolutely necessary to undergo that treatment as it will give you a final resolve/ solution to your bad dreams………….. I have a friend who is good in this field and he will be a good help to you’. Suddenly, I could see my life changing. There were nice people in this world who would help poor people like me…………Isn’t that wonderful….. I was lying on top of Arvind and as he comforted me, I could feel a love for him. I kissed him and he responded. I could feel his penis/lund hardening and I teurned over and lay on the bed, pulling him on top of me. He was enjoying my companionship and getting excited. He was hot and his lund/cock was straining to get in me. He positioned himself on me and then started fucking/banging me. I cried out loud…….OHHHHHHHH I am dying, I am cumming and then we both exploded together. That was one of the best sex I had. Friends, readers if you would like to know how I had my revenge on my husband, his sister and their family plz wait for next part