Faizan didn’t even get a chance to react and in a swift movement, his shalwar had been completely ripped off, leaving his lower body only in his undies. Faizan felt exposed and did his best to close his legs so he could hide some of it but there was no use, his feet were firmly tied to the bedpost.
“Ah, look at that Inaya, he has such a clean body and look he’s even blushing, what an innocent boy. He will take such good care of you,” she said but Inaya had her head turned away, refusing to look and Faizan was glad. “Inaya, why don’t you look at him? He’s not even fully naked. C’mon, look!”
Inaya refused to look until her mother grabbed her head and forced it towards Faizan. She pulled her head so hard towards him that he thought she had dislocated her neck but Inaya opened her eyes a little bit and burst into tears. Faizan could almost sense an apology in her crying, as if she was ashamed to have looked at him while he so obviously did not want to. He could also see trauma on her face. He did not blame her. What was happening to them did not feel unlike rape.
He felt intensely violated and he knew it was going to get worse. He wanted to struggle and fight but he knew there was no point. He was also fearful of what the landlady would do, what if she ended up killing him or inflicting pain so bad that he would permanently crippled, all so she could continue with the insane fantasy she had in her head.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “She is just shy but she will get used to it soon. C’mon, Inaya, continue taking them off. No? Fine, I would have beat you black and blue if not for the fact that he is so handsome. I’ll do it for you then,” she said, looking seductively as Faizan. He hadn’t gotten used to the insane persona she had and now his anxiety rocketed after she looked at him with desire.
She slowly approached the foot of the bed and lowered herself onto it. She slowly approached him on her knees until she was over his lower body, all the while still looking up at him. The dupatta of her red kameez had come loose off her shoulders, and was now hanging under her as she slowly approached, the soft fabric of it tickling his naked legs and sending tingles up his spine as she came up to him. The neck of her kameez was also hanging low exposing the top of her breasts and Faizan could sense she was doing it on purpose. He felt extremely uncomfortable and his heart palpitated with extreme anxiety. He felt so ashamed he couldn’t even turn to look at Inaya but her presence made the whole situation just as worse. He tried to retreat his body as much as he could and wished a black hole would open up and swallow him, taking him to whatever forsaken place, because at least it would be better than here.
She was crouched right above his upper body and lowered herself onto him, her face so close he could smell the strong perfume and feel her hungry warm breath on his cheeks. He tried to turn away as she looked into his eyes.
“You are even more handsome up close. I wish I had found a man like you, from the big city, rich and handsome. We could have had so many children but no matter, I can settle for grandchildren,” she said, then lowered her mouth all the way to his ear and whispered. “Or when Inaya doesn’t know you could maybe take care of me. I want to know what it feels like to be taken by a man like you. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
She gave his ear a soft nibble and then began to slowly take off the dupatta around his shoulders, slowly pulling it so that the soft fabric gently tickled the nape of his neck. She then began to unbutton his shirt, slowly and steadily, all the while kissing the exposed skin between which sent waves and waves of anxiety shooting up his body. Faizan was too terrified to move. After she had finished the unbuttoning, she threw apart both sides of the shirt exposing his full upper body and the rush of air on his body sent goosebumps all over it. The landlady brought the tip of her tongue on the top of his groin and then brought it all the way up his belly, chest and neck before bringing her lips to a halt right in front of his lips. He was shaking as he looked up at her, thinking she was going to smooch him but she stopped.
“Can’t take all the fun from Inaya,” she whispered and then quickly grabbed his underwear and pulled it off. Faizan yelped as she did so and found that his completely shrunken penis was completely exposed to them. He was glad that Inaya was still looking away, compared to her mother whose piercing gaze he could feel on it as she returned next to her daughter who continued to look away.
“All that work and you’re still not excited,” she said, frowning. “Maybe I’m too old for you. Or maybe he is so dedicated to you that he refuses to give in. What a nice man I have chosen for you, my daughter. Maybe he needs your touch and your body against his. Go on Inaya, your husband needs you.”
Inaya refused to look towards him and shook her head. She began sobbing again when her mother forced her to look towards him. Faizan felt himself going red when she looked towards his nude body before she pushed her mother away and began sobbing on her knees. Her mother looked down at her in disappointment. She sighed.
“You continue to embarrass me in front of your husband but no matter, I’ll do it myself yet again. Let’s see how much he can resist me,” she said, smirking towards Faizan and biting her lip. “I may be old but I have experience, and experience is what counts in the end.”
She lowered herself onto the bed again and crawled up to him, stopping right below his penis. She lowered her mouth onto it and gave it a gentle flick with her tongue. Faizan felt a tingle down there but the sheer horror of the situation made sure that his penis did not react. She began to suck on his dick, gently at first and then harder, but his dick still didn’t react. He was starting to get overwhelmed by the helplessness and guilt that was filling up inside him. He felt as if he was cheating on Hina. Hina, the love of his life. What would she say if she saw him like this? She would break up with him once and for all. Was that pleasure he felt just now? Why would she want someone who was getting pleasure from a random aunty in the village. These thoughts simply piled on the anxiety inside him.
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Mrs. Malik was starting to get frustrated by his penis still not getting erect and to his shock began pulling down the collar of her kameez. She then lowered her cream coloured bra revealing big brown breasts that hung loosely from underneath. She spit on them and began rubbing them on his penis while he and Inaya (who had turned to see what she had spat at looked in disbelief). Faizan could not believe what he was looking at, he simply could not process it and as before, his penis did not get erect. The landlady was beginning to panic now.
“Why isn’t this working?! Have I really lost my touch? Your goddamned father has made me lose my touch!” she bellowed at Inaya who sat below her. “Go on Inaya! It's your t-”
She stopped as if she suddenly remembered something. Her figure eased and she looked around and smirked at Faizan, her breasts still hanging out. “I just remembered I have another trick up my sleeve. A concoction given to me by Inaya’s friends in the cave, when I was having trouble with Inaya’s father. Just you wait here, I’ll be back in a bit.”
She hurriedly left the room leaving an awkward silence in the room between Faizan and Inaya. She continued to sob on the floor, not even daring to look towards him, while he lay there naked and exposed, unable to move. The silence made the anxiety ring in his head and he felt on the verge of insanity. He wanted to say something to Inaya, an apology, anything but he was unable to. What was he even supposed to say? The awkward silence between them was the most horrific he had felt till now.
Inaya’s mother returned with a small vial of a transparent liquid from which she removed the small lid and held it up in front of her, as if presenting it to all of them. She turned to look at Faizan.
“Now let’s see you try to resist me,” she said, a dark confidence gleamed in her eyes and he was so frightened by the possibility of whatever was coming next that his breath began to catch in his chest. Was she going to roofy him or something? Was he actually going to get raped? These were the thoughts rushing in his head as she approached. He wanted to scream but he couldn’t and looked towards Inaya to ask for help but knew she was in the same situation as he was, too shocked to do or say anything.
She slowly approached Faizan, returning to the same position she had been, bent over his penis, this time carefully holding the vial up. Faizan made a haphazard attempt to fight against his knots as she poured the liquid gently over his cock.
He felt a surge of energy emanate through him.
It was much like the time he had seen the giant porcupine quill that had been the masjid minar but this time much stronger. He felt his penis go erect almost immediately as this new strength within him clawed to get out of it as she continued to pleasure him. There was a dark and mysterious power, an inhumane power, flowing through him. His vision had gone awry from the sheer strength of the energy and this increased as the landlady rubbed his penis with the liquid covering more skin. There was initial guilt as he felt the pleasure but soon gave into it. He saw distant galaxies and planets, and worlds that he had never and could not imagine. He had soon forgotten the room and the people in the room, and the village and the world, and his whole life as he gave into it. The landlady pleasuring him had merely become a vessel for his pleasure and nothing more. The pleasure began to build up and up and he was moaning like crazy, until finally he felt all the energy inside him explode outwards from a giant porcupine quill and he saw the explosions of galaxies and constellations unfold right in front of him. And just like that, a strong surge and he was slowly rewinding back, from the giant unimaginable galaxies to the world, to the room and back to his horror-filled life.
He saw the landlady and her daughter but could not make out exactly what was going on. His vision was still hazy and it was like he was looking at them from underwater. There was a very shrill whistling in his ears, as if he had tinnitus, so he could not make out the voices as the landlady and the daughter tousled and argued. He could see something white and sticky on the landlady’s face that had mixed in with her cheap makeup and it looked like she was trying to force her daughter on top of him. He looked a bit lower and was surprised to see that instead of the erect penis he could feel, he saw that it was a giant thick porcupine quill. That can’t be right. He would’ve reacted a lot more but his senses were still numbed.
The landlady had brought the daughter close to the quill now and he could see the daughter’s face looking at it in horror while trying to pull away from it. Her mother was persistent, however, and continued to push her towards it, ecstasy etched onto her face. The daughter’s face was mere inches from his face when she suddenly moved to the side. The mother, who had been pushing with all her might, fell over and the momentum of it carried her all the way ahead.
This time, even through the numbness, he was horrified when the landlady’s face hit his penis and went straight to the quill. Blood splashed all over his groin and the quill as it pierced straight through. Adrenaline flowed through him and the alertness it brought meant he could hear again. The first thing he heard was the daughter’s screams as she watched her mother, whose body shook like a fish gasping from oxygen, trying to pull out but all the shaking did was drive the quill deeper in her skull. He could feel the inside of it on the quill and the sensation made him want to empty his guts out as he felt it jerk from side to side as the landlady fought for her life. Within a few seconds, however, the light had completely drained from her and she lay there, her grotesque face laying on his groin, while her daughter screamed and cried. The horror was too much for her and she ran out of the room and the house as Faizan heard the outside door slam, meaning he was all alone to face the horrors that had taken place.
As he began to get more and more alert, the shock and anxiety inside him began to get more and more unbearable as the reality of the moment hit him. There was a literal human being pierced onto his penis quill, the blood still flowing down it. He could feel the blood or whatever fluids inside her head coagulating onto his penis quill and the smell of blood, that had grown even stronger after the murders that the landlady had done in the living room. It was overwhelming. He turned towards the side and hurled out his insides, all the food from last night came out until there was nothing there and he still continued to dry heave. This is just a nightmare. Some sick nightmare.
He turned to look back and saw that it wasn’t. He felt intense guilt as he saw that his semen was still on her face and was mixing in with the blood, and all the sensations and feelings he had felt when he had lost consciousness came back. He felt intense guilt within him. He had taken pleasure from her and now she lay there dead on his penis. What the fuck was going on? No, this is not what he wanted. He was not a bad man. WHAT IS HAPPENING? What would Hina say if she saw this? NO THIS WAS NOT HIS FAULT. The pleasure had not been his fault, he had not wanted it.
The whistling was beginning to return to his ears, but this time it was caused by trauma as his brain began to shut down, incapable of processing all the thoughts and emotions he was experiencing. The last thing he saw before everything black was the pierced skull of the landlady, and his penis within, an image that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
And probably in the grave too.