Hello reader, In the last part, you read, "How was Suhana being forcefully ejaculated by her best friend?" But the question is: Was this forceful? If yes, then why did she come so hard? We will find the answer in this chapter.
Kirti abandoned Suhana in her bondage after ejaculating her. When Suhana came into consciousness, she found her clothes torn and her bra sagging from her neck. She was half naked, bound, and gagged in her own house. Because the door was still open, anyone could enter the room. Suhana was squirming through her bondage.
She was feeling frustrated and helpless. Her eyes began to tear up. She had had enough of battling. She was thinking, "What would she tell her if her mom came in?" Her best friend sexually assaulted her. No one will trust her. Everyone knows she was my childhood best friend. In India, lesbianism is a rare thing. It will fall back on me. I will be proven a pervert before everyone.
She had no idea whether it had been one, two, or three hours. Her hands were aching. Her legs got stiff. She cried more out of helplessness.
But soon she realized that crying would not help her. She stopped crying and started thinking. She calmed herself, and her mind started working. She found a knot near her ankles that was weak. She could move her legs within it.
So she started making efforts to slip the knot down, towards her heels. She eventually succeeded after a lot of effort. Once her legs were free, she could step out of the bed and walk. Standing on her legs somewhat relieved her and motivated her.
The first thing she did was close the door with the help of her body movement. She was searching for anything that could cut the knots on her hand. The knife was there on the bed. She quickly grabbed it. but it proved meaningless. It wasn't sharp enough to cut her strong knot.
Kirti did it professionally. She fashioned the cloth scraps from Suhana's torn dupatta into a rope-like structure.
After a while of struggling, she gave up. It was very frustrating for her. She wanted to scream but was restrained by being gagged. She couldn't make it, but she couldn't give up. It will be better for her to free herself rather than be found out by her family members in such a situation.
Her eyes were searching for something that could help him. "The sharp edge of the wall" clicked into her mind. Yes, friction can do the work that a blunt knife can't. She clung to the sharp edge of the wall of her room and began to rub her bound hand against it. It was difficult, and she struggled, and she hurt herself many times while doing so, but she could not stop. She had to do it. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she kept rubbing her bound hand vigorously against the edge of the wall.
After some struggle, it worked. The thin fabric of her dupatta (scarf) started tearing out, and with almost an hour of effort, she was finally free. The first thing she did after being free was remove a well-planted gag from her mouth. She gasped for air and coughed.
She heard the sound of steps. Someone is climbing the stairs. She quickly locked the door. She removed her torn clothes and threw them aside.
Someone knocked on her door.
"Suhana beta (daughter)!" Your father has come; come! "Let's have dinner," said her mother.
"I'm coming, mom, just taking a shower," Suhana explained as she turned on the water in her bathroom.
"Okay, come quickly," her mother said, and she left.
Suhana was relieved for a while. In the mirror, she observed herself naked. Her face had red marks because of the tightly applied cloth gag. Her body and breasts have several bite marks. Another painful sensation was coming from her wrist. except for the marks left by the tight knot and some bruises she inflicted on herself while attempting to break free from her cloth shackles.
"Fuck you, Kirti! "I will not spare you," Suhana uttered in anger.
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Suhana took a bath, which allowed her body to relax to some extent. She had her dinner. She was back on her bed. She was trying to sleep, but due to throbbing bite marks and body pain, she was not able to do so. The scene of the afternoon was revolving in his mind. She was burning with the spirit of revenge. She couldn't expect her best friend to do something like this. How dare she force herself on me? Suhana was thinking.
Here, Kirti was calling her, but Suhana didn't receive any of her calls. She needs time to react.
She was really angry at her. She was analyzing the events of the afternoon. How was she restrained against her will? How was her best friend sucking her nipples? the sensation of female touch on her body! It makes her cum hard.
Suhana found out, however, that it was forceful, but the orgasm was intense and natural. She never had such an intense orgasm.
"It was just an obvious orgasm," Suhana told herself.
"Really?" "Suhana, is it an ordinary orgasm?" Inner Suhana inquired.
"Yes! It's obvious to ejaculate when someone touches your sex," Suhana said.
"Then why do you get goosebumps thinking about being helplessly bound while she was playing with your boobies?" the inner voice inquired.
Suhana looked at her hands, and she had goosebumps.
"It's just the air conditioning; it's too cold." "Why would I like such an assault?" Real Suhana replied to her inner voice.
"Stop lying, Suhana!" "You've never had such an intense orgasm." The inner voice raised a question.
Suhana paused for a second and thought. She felt her inner voice was right; she had never had such a powerful orgasm.
"Shut up!" Real Suhana sought her inner voice: "She sexually assaulted me."
"Stop lying! You liked the orgasm," her inner voice spoke back.
"Shut up!" Shut the fuck up!" I didn't like it; she had to pay for what she did. "How dare she do this to me?" Suhana angrily screamed.
She spent the night battling her inner thoughts. The morning was lazy and a bit painful for Suhana. Her boobies were sore, so she didn't sleep well. Her head was heavy. She walked to the bathroom. She felt her pussy burning while peeing. A short session (I won't call it an assault) with Kirti broke down the tender body of Suhana.
Suhana looked at her phone. 50 missed calls belonged to only one person, Kirt. She didn't call her back. She returned to her bed and slept again. Her mother came to wake her up. Suhana refused to go to school. She decided to take a day off.
Here, Kirti called her again before leaving for school. Suhana didn't receive it. Kirti was somewhat worried about her. After all, she was her best friend.
She spent the entire day sleeping in her room.
Kirti was really disappointed not to find her friend at school. She thought about going to her home after school and giving her another lesson. But again, she thought talking to her first would be better. She dialed her landline (home number) in the strong anticipation that she wouldn't be caught.
"Hello, Aunty Kirti here," she said as Susana's mom picked up the phone.
"Yes, beta Kirti," Suhana's mom replied.
The tender tone of Susana's mom shows nothing worrisome.
"Suhana isn't taking my calls; can I talk to her?" Kirti asked.
"Yes, beta (daughter)!" "I immediately call her," Suhana's mom replied from the other side.
Her mom called Suhana, and Suhana picked up.
"Why did you call the landline?" Suhana asked, terrified.
