Marital Rape and Non consensual sex

Durga's eyes flashed with anger as she met rajesh gaze, but she knew she had no choice. Rajesh loomed over her, his eyes dark with lust and entitlement. He didn't bother with sweet nothings or gentle caresses; he was a man used to taking what he wanted. Her choli clung to her breasts, which heaved with every ragged breath she took.

Rajesh's eyes devoured her, his lust palpable in the air as he reached out to trace the delicate patterns of the henna with his rough fingertips. His touch was unwelcome, but it sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure through her body, a traitorous response to the situation she found herself in. Despite her anger, she couldn't help but feel the stirrings of arousal. He yanked her onto the bed, his rough hands digging into her soft flesh.

Durga's breath came in ragged gasps as she felt his calloused fingers exploring her, his hot breath against her neck sending shivers of revulsion down her spine. Her mind screamed for Anurag, for the tenderness she knew she would never experience with this monster. With a snarl, Rajesh tore the choli from her body, exposing her firm, round breasts to the flickering Dimlight.

Durga gasped, her nipples pebbling as the cool air hit them. Rajesh cupped them roughly, squeezing and kneading them until she whimpered. His teeth found her neck, biting and nipping at the soft flesh, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.Her heart hammered in her chest as she tried to resist, but his brute strength overpowered her.

Rajesh removed his own clothes making himself completely naked. His body was a testament to his brutish nature, covered in scars and bulging with muscle. Durga's eyes widened as she took in the sight of his erection, thick and hard, pointing at her like an accusation.

Rajesh climbed on top of Durga, his weight pressing her into the straw mattress, the prickliness of it against her bare skin sending a shiver down her spine. His hands roamed over her body, leaving bruises in their wake as he explored every inch of her. Durga tried to resist, her nails digging into his back, but his strength was too much for her. The tip of his cock brushed against her slick folds, and she couldn't help but arch her back slightly, her body betraying her. It was in this moment that Rajesh claimed her, driving into her with a ferocity that made her cry out in pain. She felt herself tear around him as he invaded her, the sensation overwhelming and unwelcome.

Rajesh's grunts grew louder as he pushed her legs apart, his eyes feasting on her exposed flesh. Durga clenched her fists, biting her lip to stifle the screams that clawed at her throat. Rajesh was rough, his movements jerky and violent, as if he were punishing her for her reluctance. Each thrust sent waves of pain through her body, making her eyes water. Durga tried to focus on the single candle flickering in the corner, the dance of shadows on the wall, anything to distract herself from the brutal assault she was enduring.

But it was no use. The pain was too intense, the reality of her situation too overwhelming. Despite her efforts to keep Anurag's love in her thoughts, the only thing that filled her mind was the cold, hard truth of her new life. She was now the property of this beastly man, to be used and discarded as he saw fit.

Her body stiffened as she felt rajesh push harder, his thick member tearing through her innocence. Durga's hands clutched the bed sheets, her legs involuntarily wrapping around his waist as he pounded into her. His movements were brutal, each thrust punctuated by a grunt that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - anger, fear, and, to her horror, a growing arousal that she couldn't suppress. A tear slipped down her cheek, leaving a wet trail on the pillow beneath her. She couldn't believe this was happening - she was a virgin, and this was not how she had imagined her first time.

Durga's eyes searched for any sign of compassion in Rajesh's face, but all she found was a twisted grin, his teeth gleaming in the candlelight.

The pain grew unbearable as he plunged deeper, and she let out a muffled scream, her voice lost in the fabric of the pillow she was biting down on. His hands held her down firmly, his grip bruising her wrists.

Each thrust felt like a knife twisting inside her, and she could feel the warm trickle of her own blood mingling with the wetness between her legs. Rajesh noticed Durga body's response and took it as a sign of submission. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was more claim than affection, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth.

Durga tasted the whiskey on his breath and felt the scrape of his stubble against her cheeks, but she couldn't deny the way his roughness made her pulse race. Her hips began to move in time with his, the pain slowly morphing into something else. Her nails, which had been digging into his back, now traced the lines of his muscles, urging him on. She didn't want to give in, didn't want to enjoy this, but her body had a will of its own. The friction between them grew more intense, and she found herself gasping into his mouth as her orgasm built, a wild beast that she could no longer cage.

The room spun around her, and Durga wished she could just fade away into the darkness. But she couldn't. This was her reality now - a nightly ritual of pain and humiliation. Durga's mind reeled, trying to find any shred of comfort. Her thoughts turned to Anurag, the gentle way he used to touch her,the soft whispers of love that used to fill her ears. She felt a warm tear roll down her cheek, and she hoped that somehow, Anurag knew she was thinking of him, that she was enduring this hell for him.

Rajesh's grunts grew louder, his pace more frantic. Durga's eyes squeezed shut, her body bracing for the inevitable. He was close, she could feel it. And then, with a final, violent thrust, he cum inside her, his hot seed filling the space that Anurag should have claimed. Her body went limp, the fight draining from her as he pulled out and rolled away, his chest heaving with satisfaction.

After few minutes Rajesh again plunge his cock inside Durga pussy and started moving in and out. Rajesh felt her body tense and knew she was close. He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with victory, watching her face contort with pleasure she hadn't wanted to give him.

"You like it," Rajesh taunted, his voice low and guttural. "You're going to beg for me to fuck you."

The words were a slap on the Durga face, a stark reminder of the reality of the situation. Durga's eyes filled with tears, but she couldn't deny the truth. Her body was responding to him, betraying the love she had for Anurag. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape as he pushed into her again, hitting that spot that made her toes curl.

Rajesh grinned, feeling her tighten around him. He knew he had won the first round, but he was a man who liked to play with his prey before the kill. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're mine now, Durga. Every inch of you, every drop of your pleasure, it all belongs to me."

The words were a knife to Durga soul, but they also sent a shiver of arousal through her body. She didn't want to give in to this monster, but the feeling of him inside her was overwhelming. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, a betrayal that made her want to scream.

Rajesh's grin grew wider as he felt Durga's body respond to him. He knew he had her now, and he was going to make her scream his name. He reached down between her hips and began to rub her clit roughly, his calloused thumb sending jolts of pleasure through her. Durga tried to fight it, to keep herself from coming apart under his touch, but it was futile.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing around his cock. Durga bit her lip to keep from crying out, but the pleasure was too intense. As the last spasms of her climax subsided, she felt rajesh cock swell even more, and then he was cumming inside her with a roar of triumph.

Durga lay there, trembling, as Rajesh pulled out and collapsed beside her. Her mind was a tumult of emotions - anger, betrayal, and a burning need for release. She had never felt so used and so alive at the same time.

"Is that all you can do?" Durga spat out, her voice laced with venom. "Is that what you call a man's love?"

Rajesh chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting in the candlelight as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at her. "Love?" he said, his tone mocking. "This isn't about love, it's about power. And now, you're mine to do with as I please."

Durga's eyes flashed with a defiance that hadn't been present before. "You may have taken my body, but you'll never have my heart," she retorted, her voice steady despite the tremble in her chin.

Rajesh's grin only grew as he leaned in, his hot breath on her neck. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his hand moving to her still-throbbing clit, teasing it with a cruel finesse. "Every night, I'll show you what a real man can do."

The candle flickered, casting a macabre glow over the bloodstained sheets. Durga's virginity was no more, stolen by a man whose touch she despised. But she had made her choice, a sacrifice to save the one she truly loved.