Conversion of an Indian Housewife
Copyright© 2024 by Slutmaster
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A naïve indian woman gets kidnapped and used as a sex slave by some nasty neighbours
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Slavery Fiction FemaleDom Sadistic Torture Anal Sex Oral Sex
Debjani Chowdhury woke up and stretched. Another day at home. She looked wistfully at the empty spot next to her where her husband usually slept. Mr. Chowdhury was on a three months business trip.
She woke her 14 year old daughter and got her ready for school. In about an hour her daughter was off and she was alone in the house.
Debjani was 39 years of age. She was an educated Bengali housewife. Like many women who came from a conservative Bengali family, she had already got a little flabby around the waist. But that couldn’t stop a person from noticing her innocent face or her massive tits.
Debjani was a deeply religious woman and she spent most part of her morning praying. She always took a bath before praying. That day she did the same. She never shaved her loins or armpits and wore conservative white cotton bra and panties. She had just worn her bra and panties and was about to wear her sari and blouse, when there was a knock on the door. She was startled. Nobody usually came at this time at her house. Therefore she was shocked. Nevertheless she draped her sari over herself before she opened the door.
It was her next door neighbours: Mr. Anirban and Mrs. Oindrella Dutta. She invited them in.
“I hope I am not disturbing you.”
Inviting them in, Debjani said, “Oh no, no, I was just about to finish saying my morning prayers. I hope you don’t mind waiting for a while until I finish with it.”
Oindrella said, “No, I’ll make you some tea.”
Debjani finished her prayers and came into the living room where she found the Duttas sitting. She saw that Oindrella and Anirban were already drinking their tea and had left a cup of tea for her. She sat down on the sofa and was about to start sipping when Anirban said, “Debjani, why haven’t you worn your blouse?”
Debjani blushed furiously when she realized that in her hurry she had forgotten to wear her blouse. Her bra could be seen quite plainly. She was about to go and wear it when Anirban said, “No problem, drink your tea and then change. After all, we are your friends.”
Debjani hesitantly agreed. No sooner had she sipped her tea, she knew something was wrong. After a few seconds she fell asleep. The Duttas had mixed a tranquillizer in the tea!
When Debjani woke up she found herself on the bed in the Dutta house. Her wrists and legs had been bound to the bedposts. She saw that Anirban was standing beside her. She demanded that he let her go. He smiled and then Oindrella entered the room. Seeing Oindrella made Debjani’s heart freeze. Oindrella was wearing nothing but a bra and a thong. She sat down beside Debjani and purred, “How are you? And then she pressed her lips against Debjani’s!
Debjani had never had sex with a woman and she was shocked by the turn of events. Then Anirban began tugging at her sari. Debjani struggled but her tied wrists and legs prevented her from escaping. Soon she was stripped to only her bra and panties. Soon after she was naked. She started shouting, “If you dare to do anything to me, I’ll call the police.”
Anirban smirked and said, “Fuck you.”
Debjani was appalled at the language.
Oindrella then said, “Let this slut eat my pussy.” Saying so she opened her thong revealing a bare pussy. Then she wrapped her legs around Debjani’s neck and pressed her pussy against her mouth.
Debjani did not start licking Oindrella’s pussy. Oindrella jumped off and Anirban said, “OK slut, you asked for it.”
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